I wake up in the morning only to find myself falling into an almost built in routine. My alarm clock rings at 7:30 every morning. Unenthusiastically, I arise from my bed only to dread having to get ready. I proceed with my morning yawns, eye rubs and stretches as usual. Nothing exciting ever happens when I wake up and I hope to god that one day that will be different, but for now I'm stuck with this.
I make my way over to my closet packed full of clothes I don't even need. Shuffling through all of the unnecessary items I find the shirt that I want. A loose fitting black pullover with white words crossing the front that say 'Sleeping with Sirens'. I pull on some black ripped skinny jeans and fasten my belt around my waist. Gently gliding my feet into my Vans I tighten the laces and head over to the mirror.
Who is that person I see staring at me? It sure isn't the cocky confident douche bag I was last year. I comb down the wild strands of hair on my head and stare at my eyes in the refelction. Their pale blue color seems to be vacant. My tall thin structure is slumped over in a slouch. I look mentally exhausted. As if whoever I am now, is not who I should be. I shake my head and emerge from my thoughts. I pick up the beanie that was lying on my nightstand and place it over my dark black shaggy haircut. "Finn! Get down here now we are going to be late!" yelled my arrogant step father. "It's time." I whispered
A/N I know that there aren't going to be thay many people reading this, it's the first thing I've written on here, but the next part will have more dialog. This part was kind of bland (:
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Difference is My Middle Name.
Teen FictionA boy named Finn struggles to find who he really is his senior year of high school. All the girls want him, all the girls need him, but what does he need?
