The Theory of...

The Theory of Mornings

     I've never liked mornings. Mostly because I have to do things in order for the world to see me as except able. I didn't want to get up this morning as I'm sure a lot of people don't want to get up. My mom comes in and tries. And fails. Then she tries again. And fails. Only when she threatened to take down my Netflix did I jump out of bed and put on some clothes. Not the best way to start a morning.

I go downstairs, grab some crackers, and sit down on the coach. When I turn it on I'm blasted with the news about some man who was murdered 3 states over. I sit and listen for a minute, then I could care less and I change it to doctor who. Cliche I know, but it's better then the news. So I watch for a little, eating my crackers, when my mom yells the bus will be there soon. So I get up, grab my bag, and walk out.

Now while I was on the bus, these girls come up and start talking to me. I have my headphones in so I can't hear them. I don't think they relies this so they keep talking.

After about 2 songs, I take out my headphones and say to these girls, "You have been rambling on for about six minutes. I was listening to music. So while you were saying whatever, I was listening to Panic! at the Disco." With that, I get up, the bus stops, and I walk out.

That is my theory of a normal morning. I guess...

Hey guys! Chesh here and this is my new book! Hope you like it! And also, I'm sorry that this was REALLY short but these are one-shots. And I might not be able to update A Star in the Black of Night that much because watt pad messed something up with it. And my computer is frozen. AND IT SUCKS BECAUSE THAT IS MY LIVELY HOOD! Anyway, this was basically my morning, and thank you for reading. :)