Low expectations

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November 1st 2020
I open my eyes as the sound of my alarm wakes me up.
*8:20*
I overslept through 20 of my alarms-again.
School starts in 40 minutes, which wouldn't be much of a problem if i wouldn't life in the middle of nowhere 1.5 hours away from my school.
Why again did my parents needed to move from a big city to this small village?
If you could even still call this a village with its 5 houses.
I slowly get out of bed.
As I stand up I can feel the side effects of my low iron as I start to see black dots everywhere and I start to feel dizzy.
But it's nothing new so I'm used to it.
I look out the window. It is raining streams.
Oh gosh.
Do I even need to get ready if the weather is like that.
I need to hurry up.
-My mom is at work and she probably drove my little brother to the kindergarten.
And my dad...
I don't know where he is or what he is doing again.
Mostly nothing reasonable.-
Means there is no one who would be able to bring me to school in case I'll miss the last bus to the city before another one will come later that evening.
I rush to the bathroom
Clean myself
Change into comfortable clothes. I stopped caring about my looks a long time ago.
Pack my backpack.
And rush out of the house.
I always told myself that no one will ever catch me running after the bus.
But since I don't wanna disappoint my mom again, I guess I need to step over my own priorities.
Within seconds I was wet up to my underwear.
And the ground was so wet and slippery that i was nearly falling every three steps.
I keep running.
Finally after 10 minutes which felt like a decade I start to see the blurred outlines of the bus stop sign.
Out of breath I stop at the bus stop.
Just a younger man with a cigarette and a old lady with her dog is waiting under the roof of the bus stop.
No wonder. In this weather I wouldn't either leave my home willingly.

I sit silently in the bus listening to music, my head leaned against the window and I'm lost in my own thoughts.
Every few seconds my head bangs against the window due to the rough driving of the bus driver - I wouldn't wonder if I would be having a flat head after that drive.

After 1.5 hour the bus finally stops in front of the doors of my school.
Finally- even though I would to a-lot to just go back into that bus and drive back home.
But I've promise my mom to improve myself.
So going back home isn't today.
Slowly and very "happy" I start my way through the rain into school.

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