How To Cry Your Heart Out

I look to my alarm clock, it reads '27 th March 2010'.

"Great" I wisper to myself, "another day in hell". It is pretty normal for me to wake up and feel like this, but today was particularily bad - I had another class with the school dickhead - Harry Styles.

I can't imagine anything worse than spending a whole hour trying to see the whiteboard through that stupid boy's curls. I hate Harry and his curls. He's stupid. ugh

"Time for school, Louis!" my mum shouts from downstairs, "I fucking know", I think to myself. I would say this out loud but it isn't worth getting into an arguement with that psycho - she might be on her period. My mum kindly offers me a lift to the bus stop, which is great because I'd hate to be trudging through shit for 45 minutes. I kindly accept and we are on our way.

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sorry it's short, should I continue? let me know x