One Last Day

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I realize that being a girl is some sort of punishment. To make us seem like we are not as good as men. That we will never be. That being a girl makes you weak. I think sometimes in somethings, yes. But for anything else no.

I am Cassidy Aaron. I am not pretty. I have mostly matted blonde hair. I have acne in a million places (don't ask). I have the weirdest voice ever. But I guess that makes me who I am.

I open my eyes. I stare at the open blank space above me. It was time to wake up. I force my self out if bed. Exhaustion takes over my body. I hobble over to he sink and brush my teeth. I wash out my mouth then walk down stairs. "Hey mom, hey dad." I say. "Hello sweetie, did you sleep well?" She says. "Yeah." I walk away as quick as possible. I hated that question. I mean how could you not sleep well?

I turn on the TV and watch an episode of Glee. I know, basic, old and I love it. I love it. After it's over I finally put on some clothes that are not pjs. And go back to sleep. Whoops.

I wake up with a sharp pain in my head. Ugh. Of course. Those have been going on for the last 3 weeks. It's nothing. I guess I will have to live with it. Advil is my favorite thing right now. No! Not like that. Geez.

I look at my phone. It's 4:38. Time for volleyball. I change into my tournament tee shirt and spandex and my mom drives me to practice. We continue on with the normal practice deal. And right as I am about to set the ball, I fall and collapse and that's the last thing I remember.