6:00 am, Monday
i wake up to a slight tug on my shirt.
annoyed, i cover the pillow on my face.
"time for breakfast sissy" my sister says.
she's adorable so i give in and get up.
she's 4 years old, her name is grace.
we run downstairs to the kitchen.
look who is sleeping on the couch again
"hey dad, get up..." i nudge him.
he doesn't get up so i spray water on his face.
he doesn't seemed faded by it so i slap him.
i guess the drugs do its justice for him.
i start making breakfast.
"BREAKFASTS READY!"
dad wakes up and my step mom comes down the stairs acting like she made the breakfast. whenever i cook she always takes credit so everyone says thank you to her. she just wants to feel validated. it's annoying...but i get it.
we all sit at the table and eat.
12:30 pm, lunch at school
i have people to sit with, i have "friends", i have food, i can eat, i have the ability to talk and sit. i just don't want to.
they aren't my friends, they're my "friends"
when i sit there it's like i'm not even there.
so what's the point?
i hate school lunch so i bring my own.
except i don't take those tacky lunch boxes.
i have plastic bags of different foods in my backpack. it's easier in my opinion.
i get a tap on the shoulder.
"excuse me?" a hear a ... guys voice? weird. wait. why is someone talking to me lol.
there is like 3,000 people at this high school.
i turned around confused as i
raised one eyebrow.
"i'm Grayson"
eeeek! it's your author peach! the story is gettin startedddddd ;) i'm so excited omg. woohoo!
