I sat up and clunked my head against the roof. Ever since my parents got divorced they have been spoiling me. This stupid loft bed is one of the earlier gifts. I get up to get a glass of water and try not to fall off the loft bed. No sound except the sound of the really quiet lofi music my mom puts on every day. I got up and put on my clothes, a grey shirt, black jeans, and an off white fuzzy sweater. Then I went into the kitchen and got some iced coffee from the fridge. The bus, white and scratched up, rolled up the hill as soon as I finished chugging my iced coffee. I swooped down on my black backpack and grabbed it. Then I sprinted out the door
