You woke up, your mother screaming for you to get to school. You lazily rolled out of bed and stood up.
You're new at school, you just moved from Ohio to Bay City.
Your clothes were usually dark. Mainly because they weren't as exepnsive. Your mom served as a truck driver and your father worked at a gas station. Even though your life may suck, you got luckily.
"Y/N, GET DOWN HERE!
"Coming!" You quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Your mother was heading out the door, so you were forced to skip breakfeast.
You got in the car with your mom and headed to school, where she dropped you off.
"Have a nice day!" Was all she said.