I woke up to my alarm clock bright and early, just like I did every day. God I hated mornings. I walked downstairs to my kitchen to see my best friend Kath eating cereal.
"How the Frick did you get in here?" I asked, clearly locks were useless. She simply shrugged and pointed to an open window. My parents were gone, just like always, because they hated me. I went upstairs to my room to get dressed. I looked through my walk-in closet, skipping through all the Gucci and Chanel pieces my wretched mother had bought me. I had to look good. It wasn't just my first day of school, it was also my birthday. I found a white sundress and some matching Toms, because God forbid I ever wear sneakers. I curled my awful blonde hair and put on some mascara and lipgloss. I came back down to see Kath holding a wrapped box. She gave it to me. There was a card, but I ignored it. I ripped open the box and there was an adorable stuffed monkey!
"I'm going to name you Sir Fluffy-pants the Third! I hugged him and ran out the door to the bus stop. I was much too busy with Third to worry about my mute best friend.
