3 am[h.s]

It's a brand new day,and I already feel tired,no wonder.Even drained and saddened.I was millions of times attacked with questions about coffee.'Parker,why so much coffee?' or 'Parker,you will stop growing'.It would stop me from drinking it,if only they cared.It's the only way I can wake myself up,and stand up from my bed.Every morning,I know my feet will be cold when they touch the cold concrete below my bed.And walking bare foot downstairs would only make it worse.Glass pieces shattered all around,left for me to pick up later.I'm already used to it.I live with my father,and his girlfriend-soon to be fíance.She has a daughter,Elenour.Usually step-siblings are annoying,arogant,dumbass,mean,bitchy etc.And Elanour?She is actually friendly and sister likely to me.She helps a lot with our so called parents.But things have been getting out of hand for way too long,my aunt tried to ship us of too England.Hopefully,she will beat us to it.She always talks about that boarding school in London,she just keeps repeating it like a parrot.But El and I sure as heaven(hell)want o go.