My 6am alarm sets off
I turn over and whack my phone a few times hoping it'll turn off. It didn't want to listen to my hand so I had to carry on and get up out of bed, which for me is by far the hardest part of my day everyday.
I put on my black ripped jeans, my grey "Pierce of the Veil" band tee, my blue beanie, and I touched up with my black and white Vans.
As I made my way downstairs I tripped over my untied shoes and fell down the steps.
"OUCH!" I screeched.
My dad came to where I was and broke out laughing
"Dad! This isn't funny I could have killed myself!"
"But are you dead? And are you hurt?" My dad asks choking on his own spit.
Then I start laughing
"Okay okay go eat breakfast gremlin I'll go heat up the car," Dad says exiting the house.
I chow down on French toast cereal, which legit is the best thing in the world.
I check my phone and read that I have sixteen comments on my Instagram. Fifteen of them are crass and negative.
Before I could go read them, my dad comes back in the house.
I put my phone in my backpack pocket.
"Time to go to school!" Dad says.
"Dad, it's only 7, we live like five minutes away from school and I don't have to be there until 7:30am." I say confused.
"I know but today you're going to be early because I have a meeting and they need me there by 7:45am."
"Ugh okay...."
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The beautiful & tough reality
General Fiction(The girl in the cover photo is Not me, This is a fiction story with fictional characters. It's a little dramatic, but the moral that this story revolves around is how serious and life affecting bullying can be. I also am a Christian, so I'd advice...
