Fandoms are mostly everything I care about. I don't know why it had to be ME, but that's just how it is.
Some people just don't understand that you can love a book, a TV show or a movie. It really makes me mad sometimes.
All day long I blog about my fandom and read about it, every day is the same, but also different at the same time.
But today took an unexpected turn...
My alarm went off way too early this morning. I tried to turn it off but my arms had fallen asleep. I sat there trying to turn it off with my nose. It was 5 in the morning. I sighed. This day had gone off to a bad start already.
Once I managed to crawl out of bed I slowly walked to the bathroom. I usually go to the toilet first, so while doing that I thought about how today was going to be. Probably bad, as always. I turned around and released a frustrated sigh. No more toilet paper. I grabbed the nearest sock and threw it in the laundry-basket afterwards.
The mirror greeted me with a reflection of a dark brown birds nest wrapped around a tiny head. I tried to brush my hair, and after a couple of minutes it looked a little better. I made a ponytail and washed my face.
When I was younger I had tried to count the freckles on my face but there were too many. My blue eyes were shining a little brighter today. Maybe this day wouldn't be too bad (spoiler: I was very wrong).
I decided to but on a pair of blue jeans and my favourite grey hoodie today. I didn't look too bad. I liked it!
I ate an early breakfast in our library. My dad is a college professor, and teaches in history. I love the library. In smells like old books and dust, but it's cozy.
I don't have a mom. My dad says she dissapeared when I was 3. I have blurry memories of her friendly face. I miss her a lot. I miss my mom.
I decided to not wake up dad, so I went to school early. I sneaked into my room, and grabbed my backpack. And silently closed the front door behind me. Today was going to be great (not).
