I awake to hear my alarm go off. 6:30, school, science test, P.E in the rain. Everything rushes through my head so fast I fall back down onto my bed and slowly drift back of to sleep. I don't though. Eventually I doze off as my alarm goes off again, I hit it so hard I cut my hand. My throat is so dry, I reach under my bed and pull out a bottle of flat lemonade from a sleepover ages ago. It's horrible but my throat feels like it's been slit, so I continue downing and after time, I am able to swallow.
I go down satires and make myself breakfast as I usually do. I don't see anyone in the morning, they're too lazy. I wake up, eat and leave for the bus. I don't see them until 5 after school. I spot a drip of blood on the floor and remember my hands bleeding, I quickly take some roll and wrap my hand up. This is one thing I don't like in the morning. When you could just need with a bit of help, you realise they're snoring in bed! After realising I'm late, I rush out the door without my P.E kit.
