I was awoken by the 5th period bell.
"Remember to study for the test tomorrow!" Ms. Carson yelled before all the students rushed out in an orderly fashion.
"Shit." I say under my breath, as I get up from my desk.
The aggravated teacher shot Millie an annoyed look as she left the classroom.
It wasn't her fault the teacher's class was boring as hell?
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I was kicking rocks as I walked home from the hellhole I call school. I'm not the best student but, who wants to sit at a desk all day for 18 years of their lives just to graduate and sit at a desk for another 50?
"Mom, I'm home" I say as I unlock my front door.
I don't know why I always say that when I come home. It's like I'm waiting for her to be like "How was your day at school?" or "How are your grades?"
I always feel as if she were to care about me more, I could do better at school.
I walk past her room and she's passed out with alcohol bottles everywhere around her.
I sigh and roll my eyes as I walk to my room.
I fall on my bed and grab my iPhone 4s.
It has two missing buttons, including the home button, so it's pretty hard to even make a call.
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I walked to the kitchen, which wasn't that far, considering how small my house was. I eyed the pantry, looking for something to eat for dinner. The best thing I found was an expired pack of Minute rice. I roll my eyes in disgust and dial the nearest Pizza Hut. I ordered a large mushroom pizza with a Sprite.
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I heard a knock on the door and got excited for my dinner. Since I live in a particularly unsafe neighborhood, I take a look through the peephole and see a charming boy around my age with messy hair and brown eyes carrying a pizza box. He looked like he was a rich 15 year old douche bag. But why am I so quick to judge?
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Was that ok? I feel like it was decent. I made this at like 3 am oops.
