mines|s.m

one

" Nobody compares to yo-

When am I gonna change my alarm that song is like five years old.
I slowly pull the sheets over my whole body and try to go to sleep with the song playing.
It didn't really work - at all.
Today is a Monday. Monday's are always the worst, and the most boring , especially with our math teacher telling us story's about how his generation was supposedly "wayyy " better than how it is now. Which I don't seem to understand since their generation raised ours but whatever.

As I think my body slowly collapse onto the floor as if you were dropping a 125 pound weight on the floor ( but accidental ) .
As I was down there I hit the snooze button on my phone. I see my  phone fall onto the floor from my petite desk but I don't budge to stop it. It won't crack it never cracks !

I crawl into the bathroom and violently close my door. I look at myself through the mirror. I stroke my baby hairs and rub my droopy eyes.

I open my wooden, cabinet that's under the sink and search for my mint blue toothbrush and my Crest toothpaste. Once I lay my hands on my toothbrush I hear the door slowly opening , mama ?
I pay close attention to who's opening the door and see my mom. Her eyes were red , like as if she was tired but I wouldn't blame her she works long hours ; 9 hours a day , which is 54 hours a week.

"You need anything Mama" I ask politely putting down my toothbrush.

"No Mija I'm just checking on you I feel like I haven't seen you for a year" she joked.

"Same here" I quietly giggled.

My face slowly turned into a frown. I miss talking to her a lot. I always ask if she wants me to work but she always says no that she's totally fine and I can't do anything to stop her.
She leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Que tienes un buen dia at school and also sweetie try to make some friends"

Try to make some friends.

I've been hearing that since I was in fifth  grade and yet nothing has changed. Im not that social when it comes to people. I legit only have one friend. But it's whatever I'm fine.

She grabbed the door handle and closed the door softly not to make to much noise. I hear her footsteps slowly go out my enter door. Once I hear no more I start my basic morning routine.

I grab my toothbrush and squeeze my toothpaste onto the little brussels of it. I turn on the left handle for cold water and put my brush under the water , hoping for it not to fall off.

I bring the brush to my teeth and vigorously brush them thinking it would be faster. I put everything away back where it's supposed to be. I turn the left and right handle for the water to be warm, like room temperature . I cup some water into my hands and splash on my face like they do in the acne commercials. Water goes all over the place like it usually does when I try and every time I do it I wonder how the commercials make it look so perfect.

I walk out of my bathroom and go through my closet. When you go through my closet you might expect it to be all messy since Im a slob myself but it's all nice and neat . There's so many clothes to chose from but I don't know what to wear, which happens basically every single day.

I go through my closet to find something appropriate to wear to school. As I examine each clothing I finally find the perfect thing to wear on a day where the weathers like this.

I strip off my pink pajamas I wear to sleep everyday and put on my shorts and shirt on. I grab my plaid button up shirt and tie it around my waist. I grab the knee high socks deciding which one should go on my left foot. I don't know why but somehow when I'm putting on socks or shoes I always start with my left foot. 

I slowly slide them on making sure they are not scrunched up. I slip on my converse and quickly head to the mirror. I look at myself and frown in disapointment. I make my hands go around my waist and disappoint myself even more.

[ an. Ok guys this part is super cliche ik but I was like 11 when I was writing this book so please just don't judge me please lol ]

My figure is not like all the girls small waist, thigh gap, and a hourglass figure. It's more like thick thighs, flat stomach , and..no figure. I've never liked my appereance and the people at school didn't make me the most confident either.
It's also the same people everyday who do this to me and it's been nonstop since fifth grade. Ever since that incident me and my dad had.

I jump on my messy undone bed and go on my phone. I click the home button and noticed what time it was 7:28. Not an other tardy. I get off my bed and grab my pastel penny board , [ an. basic much] not noticing my hair was undone.

As I go down the stairs of my house I trip since I was rushing but this isn't the first time I fell down my stairs. You'd be surprised by how many times I've fallen or tripped on those cursed stairs. As I get up my stomach starts to grumble, I'm a little hungry but I'm not eating. I mean a little weight off is no problemo with me.

I go to the kitchen and grab my black leather backpack. It was pretty heavy thanks to the math teacher who gives us most of our homework.

"Bye Mam-oh right she isn't here"

I lightly throw my penny board to the ground and start skating to school.

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