"Beep!" "Beep!" "Beep!" "Ughhh!" I moaned as I stumbled out of my chestnut-brown bed. Here are 3 reasons I hate mornings ...
1. I hate waking up at 5:00
2. I have to go to school
3. Nobody there believes me
I slumped over to the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal when Jason sprinted into the kitchen. Since he was is high school, his bus left 30 minutes earlier. He snatched a granola bar and dashed out of the door. He never makes eye contact with me anymore, But I don't blame him. Who wants to look at a freak like me?
After I slurped down the last dribble of my breakfast, I pulled on my favorite areopostale sweatshirt and slipped on my leggings. I grabbed my backpack is and headed to the bus stop.
When I arrived, the bus was just turning the corner. I looked up to see my friend Alana. "Sup?" She said, looking down at her feet. Even my friends are afraid to look at me, but I'll take any sort of human contact. "Nothing much." The bus came to a loud screech, as I hoped onto the back seat of the bus. The one only made to fit one person. As soon as everyone was seated, we took off.
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HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
