Morning

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*Sigh*

School.

Gross.

Every person dreads it.

I roll over and look at my clock

6:18

WAIT WHAT!?!?!?!?!? I WOKE UP EARLY!?!?!?!?!

NO THIS CAN'T BE POSSIBLE!!!!! CATHERINE MCCARTER DOESN'T WAKE UP EARLY!?!?!?!

Early........ Just hearing the word makes me sick. Let alone saying it.

But doing it is just on a whole other level.

Ugh. Gross right?

Yes, yes I am right.

I roll over and I hear *THUNK*

Cheese and crackers.

I look down on the floor and see my dachshund lying there giving me a look that just says, 'What the fudge, woman.' I just laugh. My dachshund is 9 lbs. and full grown, he stands about 4 inches above my ankle. Hes so tiny!!! I LOVE IT!!! Hes really weird. Which is probably why we're so perfect for each other.;) Some times at night when he gets cold he will crawl under my covers when I'm sleeping. And I sometimes don't really notice him so when I go to get up in the morning I accidently push him off the bed. He still loves me though. ;)

I finally really roll out of my nice, warm, cozy blanket cacoon into the piercing cold air of my room. It isn't really THAT cold but after coming out of my bed that is so warm I was sweating. I look down. Only one sock..... again. I don't know how it happens but every night I go to bed with two socks on and in the morning only have one. I don't get it.

I make up my bed. And find my mysterious sock. I walk over to my dresser and open the doors and grab a bra, a black uniform shirt, and a pair of kakis. I go to a private Christian school. Don't get me wrong now. My family is NOT this 'look- at- us- we're- rich' type of family. Not even close. My dad is in the military and my mom doesn't work. so we aren't exactly 'rolling in the dough' but we aren't poor either. The city we live in isn't what I -or anyone else- would call 'safe'. I went to public school my whole life up until the 4th grade because let's just say while I wass in the 3rd grade our spelling words were stuff like 'I, was, she, he' and bonus words like 'firework' and yes I am quite serious. The sad part is someone got 'I' wrong. They didn't capitalize it. Also stuff like we had four lice checks that year, one code yellow lock-down, some mom cornered me getting off the bus and accused me of stealing her daughter's phone- which we later found out she had acually broke it and was to scared to tell her mom.

Real mature right?

There were many other instances like me being slapped and then pushed to the gound by another girl because there was this boy who apparently liked me- which I didn't know- and she liked him. Right before she was going to punch me in the jaw I pushed her from on top of me and stood up. After I stood up she lunged at me and I pushed her away before she could try to hit me again. In the meantime some one had told our teacher and she went and took us inside. I told her what happened and I did admit to pushing her but only to get her away from me. The other girl's version was I liked the guy too and when I found out she liked him I tried to , and I quote, 'attack' her. Not to mention the other girl's mom was our teacher's best friend since forever. And our teacher was dating the principal. So I got sent to the principal and the other chick didn't even step foot in the office and she got to participate in the fun science activity. I had to call my mom ad tell her what happened and I cried to the point I was hyperventelating- it was my first time being sent to the principal and I was a goodie-goodie at the time- the principal sent me to the nurse cause he was scared I wa sgoing to pass out or something.

Anyways back to the present. I walk downstairs into my bathroom and change, brush my hair, and teeth, and put on my make-up. by the time I was done it ws 7:23

Holy apple pie.

We had to be at school by 8:00 and it took us 30 minutes to get there. I still needed breakfast. I was always late. To well....... everything. I might as well face it. I run into the kitchen grab a pack of hot fudge sundae poptarts. I set them on the counter, grab a cup out of the cupboard, grab a gallon of milk out of the fridge, as I'm pouring it I hear my mom yell from the back door leading into the garage, "CAT LETS GO WE"RE GONNA BE LATE!!!!! *She sighs* AGAIN."

I respond," I'M COMING, MOM!!!"

I twist the cap on, put the milk back in the fridge, sling on my 100 lb. bookbag, grab my phone and ipod touch, throw them in my purse, brad my breakfast, and run out to the car. I look at the clock. 7:36

I had been so close.

The only way we'll make it is if we don't have any schoolbuses infront of us.

We pull out of my neighborhood and we see three school buses  and a long line of cars.

Yep I was gonna be late again.

Welcome to my crazy, mixed-up life.

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