The story of a loser

The first day is the worst day

The alarm clock goes off, I wake up to the cat meowing and my sister chomping down an apple. "Wake up" she says wiping Apple juice from her mouth. "It's the first day of school and you don't want to be late."
"Yes I do" I say as I hit the snooze button on my phone. "The first day is always the worst day." I decided to wake up after my sister comes back for a second round trying to get me out of bed. I walk down the stairs into the kitchen, Mom has made eggs and toast for breakfast...on the first day... Ugh! I ABSOLUTELY HATE eggs so i make myself a bowl of cereal. Mom sighs "oh Brittany I forgot that you don't like eggs, grab you a chicken biscuit out of the freezer."
"No thanks mom I'm fine."
"Oh well? that little bowl of cereal isn't going to fill you up, grab a pop tart out of the pantry."
"Mom really, I'm fine now I've got to get on the bus stop." "Bye honey I love you" mom yells out the door. "Bye mom" I say with an annoyed look on my face.