I hate waking up but then again what sixteen year old doesn't? I suppose that's a stupid question since there are early birds even at this age however that doesn't entail waking up at four am just to get ready to go somewhere you don't want to be in the first place. If you didn't catch my drift I'm talking about that cock hole everyone calls school.
Its nothing but judgey people, adults with vendettas of ranging variety and most of all the worst food to ever to be produced on the face of the earth. But there are vending machines which happen to produce the most wonderful thing anyone could possibly be graced with...........fruit snacks. there like tiny little squishy balls of bliss. They are by babies and anyone who attempts to take my children from me gets a foot in the ass and an ear full.
I don't mess around when it comes to my children. As far as getting ready I don't put much effort into it. I throw on some baggy pants a t shirt and my old sneakers. I am obsessed with clothes and my closet could be a shopping mall in itself but when it comes to school I give no f*cks. I don't have time to look around for something fancy to wear I wanna dress comfortable and I'd rather not worry about my clothing inconveniencing my on any way.
For instance heels and other things can cause traumatic stress to an individual. I could fall and break my neck or die in some other horrible way. Might be slightly dramatic but I'm me so such farfetchedness is to be expected. Anywho school awaits and I need food so I head down stairs to the kitchen where I run unto my older brother. He's an ass hole and I hate him so we just exchange cold glares and continue with our activities mine being food.
Five minutes later I come across a box of pop tarts with my name all over them. Its not everyday you come across a box of pop tarts with your name written all over them you'd be lucky if they haven't been eaten. By the asshole you call your brother his name is Caleb but I think asshole suits him best.I look at the time and I need to get going so I get my backpack and head for the door. It's pouring outside and I cant find an umbrella so i start walking in the rain i cant be late for school.
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