Destiny

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I walked along the cold tiled floor of the kitchen, half depressed, it was a school day. I boiled the kettle and ran back upstairs, got into the shower and back out and looked reluctantly at the school uniform, so not my style. Almost crying I pull the Horrid rags over my head and began applying makeup. I collected my essays and books and flung them in a bag and stomped back down stairs. Still half asleep, I found my flask and poured hot coffee into it. It was always like this in the mornings, me being alone I mean. My dad died when I was younger and my mums a travelling journalist therefore not living with me, so I have it to myself which I love. I sighed a long bored, disappointed sigh. My mother was probably on the other side of the world and still made sure I went to school. By simply ringing the head teacher everyday... How chained down am I? Never mind I'm off, I exist the house making sure to lock it and jump upon my bike and go, this is gonna be a long day...

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