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Rays of sunlight beam into my bedroom, grinding my dream to a halt. I rub my eyes and groan. The holidays are over- and the 'Make it to Friday' mentality is back in full swing.
It's the first day of year 11.
After a quick check of the time, I pull myself from my bed covers and get dressed in my uniform. It's painfully bland: a plain short sleeved shirt with a pale blue tie and a long skirt that reaches just past my knees. Putting them on instantly makes any traces of a good mood sink.
I stretch for a minute (arthritis scares me) and then begin brushing my hair. It's my prized possession, a long river of gold that spills down to my waist in waves. Thank God my Mum lets me grow it out. She says I inherited my hair's unique shade from my dad, who passed away when I was young. That's another reason why I treasure it- it's one of the few things I have left of him.
I tie it up loosely just so it's manageable and stays out of my face, then head downstairs to the kitchen like a half-drugged zombie. Mum's already there somehow, looking fresh as ever. I think she's got superpowers, the way she can wake up early like that with no problem.
"Morning y/n! You look super depressed. I'm so thankful my school days are over." she chirps, then sighs in relief. I quickly splash my face with water. "Morning Mum. However did you survive high school?" She shrugs and admits "Nothing beats a crap-load of coffee!"
We laugh for a bit, as I make my toast and she eats hers. Even though she sometimes really annoys me, she's still a good parent and person in general.
"What classes do you have today?" she asks, sipping a creamy latte. I shrug. "Probably have Maths today, and... I don't know. I'll check my timetable later, should be in my bag somewhere."
"Oh my goodness.. it's just started raining. Don't forget to take your coat today y/n."
"Is it seriously? As if today couldn't get any worse."
I quickly eat my breakfast and chug down a cup of tea. It feels like the weather's annoying me on purpose. It was literally fine when I woke up!
Ten minutes later, I've moisturised my face, brushed my teeth and stuffed my books into my bag. I'm ready to leave.
"Mum, are you done?" I call out. She emerges from the bathroom and kisses me on the forehead. I kiss her cheek, and open the door, swinging my rucksack over my shoulder. Mum starts the car and I hop in after her in the backseat.
It's a fairly quiet journey, the only sounds being Måneskin songs playing in the car and the occasional bird scream. I'd usually sing along (to the music, not the screams) but today I feel absolutely dead. It doesn't take long before we're somehow at the school gates. I wave Mum goodbye and head in to the building.
God help me.
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