7:45 AM

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It's hard to say that you've had one good day in Shadyside, also known as Killer Capital USA. Good thing for me though; I never said that.

Things started off horrible right when I woke up. I did that by having my brother Josh throw a pillow at me.

"Get up. We're late. I know you don't care but I can't miss the 1st period."

"Why are you so motivated to go to school?" I groan, half awake.

"Not motivated, just don't want to be late." Josh replies, already walking towards the kitchen.

As usual there were empty beer cans in almost every corner of the kitchen and living room.

I step over 2 on the way over to the fridge and swing open the door. Nothing was inside. Of course.

I walk out of the kitchen and go down the hall. I step into the bathroom and grab the toothpaste bottle.

"JOSH!" I yell angrily as I find out he finished it.

No reply.

I grab a new toothpaste bottle and then brush my hair. I slip into my usual: graphic tee over white long sleeve shirt with my favorite pair of baggy jeans.

I manage to put on one shoe just as Josh honks the car. I swing my backpack over one shoulder and jump on one foot while trying to tie the shoelaces of my left sneaker. I run out the front door over to Josh's beat up car.

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