Sam woke up with a lazy groan, and fumbled with her phone for a bit before managing to shut off her alarm.
No use trying to fall asleep now. She thought to herself with a mental eye roll.
She groaned, and flopped to her other side to unplug the charger in her laptop, and check the notifications on her phone. No messages, and a wonderful notification of how badly the New York Rangers had lost last night. An exasperated puff of air left her throat, as she saw that. She did not appreciate having this bad of news on a Monday morning.
She rolled out of bed after a fifteen minute war with herself on look tired, or wake up for once. Look tired was the inevitable choice that was decided on.
She threw on some clothes, and packed her bag up in some attempt to be punctual to the departure time of 7 am.
She slogged her way through the daily routine which usually was something like this.
Walk upstairs to do something
Forget
Walk downstairs
Remember
Go back up
Look at the time and discover it's five before seven
Run downstairs to grab things
Leave 5 minutes late
You get the picture.
The only highlight of the morning was listening to her music. Sam felt that her music taste, though refined, was a bit wider than most. She did like blue grass, along with many other things. Sam only really listened to her music so she could drown out her younger brothers 'homework and spelling time in the car'. She hated listening to her mother and brother go back and forth on trivial matters.
It started early this morning, with spelling, math, and an unexpected science test. She rolled her eyes, and stuffed her earbuds in, pressing shuffle on the music to muffle out the sounds of shouting that filled the air. She rolled her eyes and thought to herself.
If those idiots would just be patient with each other, I wouldn't have to listen to them. This is ruining a perfectly acceptable Monday, and if they get me cross, nothing will ever make me-
She abruptly stopped her wallowing as she realized that something would make her happy. Rose. Many would call it puppy love, but Sam didn't think so. Rose is beautiful. Her milk chocolate skin is beautiful and smooth. Her coffee brown eyes just melt me, and her hair-
Her thoughts were rudely cut off by an especially loud bout of yelling. Something about two words being the same?? She sighed, and rested her head on the window again. This was going to be a long Monday.
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