The One That Tries
I get woken up by a loud that is my alarm. I sigh and copy what I did yesterday but instead I put on a pastel pink sweater with jeans and brush my hair, wondering what to do with it. I start braiding it into a French braid and I smile as I tie it off with a hair tie. I walk to my bathroom and put on foundation and a rose eyeshadow with black eyeliner trasing my top eyelash line. I do it on both sides then put a bit of mascara on and I put a light pink lipstick on. I smile and pop a piece of gum in my mouth, noticing no time to brush my teeth. I grab by bag and run downstairs waving to my mom before running out the door.
I stopped by 7-11 by my school and I get a coffee and a snack for morning studies. I walk into school and to my locker and open it up. My locker was mostly empty, a little trash can in the corner and a stack of paper in the other corner with some pencils. I hang my backpack in the locker and open it grabbing my books and my note book, it almost being full. I grab a pencil and close my locker, grab my coffee, snack and walk off to class.
I walk into studies and pull out my little homework that I had forgotten to do and I sit down and open my books and my note pad and I start finishing my homework, drinking coffee here and there, taking a bite of the muffin I bought. I finish as the bell rings and I clean up, getting pushed here and there. I walk into my next class, math, actually my favourite. It was quite easy too. I should be doing grade 12 math when I'm stuck with grade 9 stuff.
I sit down and instantly start taking notes, as the teacher instantly starts teaching. The class ends too fast and I get up. Soon lunch hits and I walk home, yeh rest of my classes don't really matter anyways. I get a few sandwiches and go to my room and play on my phone as i eat.
