After that dream I couldn't sleep. Shadows in the room seemed to take shapes. Not even looking at the time, I got up to get a glass of water. It was creepy in the middle of the night because our floors creak.
In the kitchen I got a glass of water and downed it. Setting the glass in the sink, I decided to watch some TV. Quickly I turned the volume down so I wouldn't wake anyone up. Hannah Montana was on so I decided on that.
A few episodes later I couldn't keep my eyes open. Covering up with a blanket, I drifted off to sleep. I thought I would have peace for a few hours, but not even two hours later I was woke by my mom. Looking at the time I saw it was five in the morning. I didn't even sleep fifteen minutes.
Knowing I can't go back to sleep, I grabbed some clothes and showered. As I was getting dressed, I noticed the dye sitting on my desk. I didn't have enough time, but I promised myself I would dye it when I get home.
Downstairs I grabbed a banana, hopping on the counter. Throwing the banana peel away, I grabbed my back pack, phone, and board. "Bye mom." I said as I left the door.
School here I come.
~Daniel's p.o.v~ (surprise!)
It wasn't my alarm that woke me up, or the smell of breakfast. In fact, it was way to early for breakfast. A bad dream had woke me up at about three in the morning. Rolling over to the edge of my bed, I sat up. This rarely happens, but when it does a glass of warm milk.
As I descended the stair, I tried not to wake anyone. We have a black cat named Midnight, and sometimes I trip on her. Thankfully I didn't. Switching the light on, I jumped when I saw Midnight on the counter.
"You scared me." I said, stroking her fur. Midnight jumped off the counter, in to the dark. Opening the refrigerator I saw we were low on milk. Sighing, I poured it in to a cup and microwaved it. Taking small sips, I leaned against the counter.
When I finished my milk I headed back to bed. Pulling the covers up, I curled up and closed my eyes. After a few minutes, I finally fell asleep.
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I was woke by my alarm going off. Feeling well rested, I showered and got dressed. The smell of bacon drew me to the kitchen. My mom stood there, making bacon and eggs. "Morning." I said, taking a seat at the counter.
"Good morning sweetie." she answered with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" I nodded. Sliding my plate towards me, she sipped her coffee. My mom fries the eggs in the bacon grease. Yes, I know it's unhealthy but it's delicious.
Kissing my moms cheek, I grabbed my backpack and car keys. Almost forgetting my phone, I quickly grabbed it and got in my car. Plopping my backpack in the seat next to me, I back out of the driveway. I waved at the neighbors and took off for school.
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On my way to school I have to pass through the more... rough neighbor hoods. I happened to see a familiar face riding on a skateboard. Joey. He went over a bump and fell. A laugh came out. Dusting himself off he got up and kept going.
Maybe I should give him a ride... I thought but shook my head. Why would I think that? I wouldn't want to be caught dead with him. But part of me felt bad because I knew he had a few scrapes and it's probably pretty painful trying to ride a skateboard with hurt knees.
The thought of helping him came up again, but I ignored it and drove off. It wasn't the right thing to do. But what do I care about? Being popular and having a good social reputation. Or being a nice person? I don't have time to be nice to a... loser.
