From Monday to Friday is school the so-called best years of my life more like the worst. Every day is the same wake up have breakfast get changed and go to school the only difference is that the lessons change. But it's still the same routine get up eat food get changed go to school be bored and finally get home just waiting for the cycle to repeat. Today was basket ball I will let you think what happened there small kid+basketball= me jumping as high as I can . I wonder what death feels like. I will find out someday hopefully when I am old and wrinkly
