I wake up to due to the deeply rooted fragrance of Hasker's donuts. Janelle, my mom, always buys them for me on my last day over. She leaves a half full box in my room when she comes home from work. She works nights often and doesn't get off until 7:00 a.m.
I wake up and look at myself in the mirror. There stands a short girl (about 5'2) with milky brown skin, and a messy bun holstered on the top of her head. She's staring right back at me with a grim expression. Maybe she's feeling the same as I do. Maybe neither of us want to go back home to a father that is always away on business trips and never truly pays any attention, despite his attempts. Maybe she doesn't want to start a new school in two days either.
It can only go up from here, I tell myself as I often tell myself. Even though, lately, I debate the reliability in my statements. There are bright sides though. Mom just finished college, so if the interview goes well today. The court's letting me stay with her....