Today I woke up to my annoying, stupid alarm at 7 a.m. As Fashionably Late by Falling In Reverse filled my ears I finally turned off my alarm. The first thing I did was pick my clothes. I picked black leggings, black tank top and my red and black flannel. When I got my clothes on I started doing my make up which is only mascara and a little liner.
"Mona are you up?" My dad asked through the door.
"Yeah dad" my family calls me mona.
As I finish my makeup its on to hair. First I just take it out of the bun from last night and just let my hair flow and I'm done getting ready. Once I'm done with everything I'm almost ready to leave the house and to the bus stop.
Around 8:30 a.m. I'm at school ready to start the day. Once j get into the building I past all the groups of kids. The jocks, nerds, populars, everyone of them are fake as fuck. When I get up stairs I see my group the reals, the non fakes. I say a small hello to everyone and head to my locker. I dump everything in there and start to head to my class which starts in about 5 minutes.
Every time I walk to my class I see this one boy and I don't want to be rude but he's "emo" he's cute but I never talk to him since I'm an 8th grader and he's a 7th grader. I past him and keep walking to my first hour Primetime.
Honestly I hate the teacher actually I hate everyone and everything there. I take a seat and start doodling on my notebook.
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Finally I get to 3rd hour my favorite hour of the day Choir. The only reason why its my favorite hour is because I love to sing.
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Finnaly 7th hour and of course I'm late 10 minutes. I hurry and walk to my desk and the teacher Mr. Ashment sees me.
"Um Cynnamon do you have an excuse?"
"Ugh no" after I said that I sat down but he was still staring at me so I said.
"Sup Mark!"
"Get out!" He said.
And that's when I was sent down to the office.
