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I wake up at 6.30am and go to my bathroom. Like everyday, I shower for two minutes, tie back my hair, brush my teeth and wash my freckled face. .

It doesn't take me more than five minutes when I'm deciding what to wear . in the end I'm stood in front of the mirror with a black Ellesse hoodie, ripped jeans and my floral doc martens. Usually I'd wear my black loafers but I can't, since they're in the bin.

I'm wearing my huge  glasses as always. I'm practically blind without them so they're thick as shit. Done. I swing my bag over my shoulder and head downstairs for bekfast.

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"Where's mum?"  I dump my bag on the edge of the round white table and take a seat on the breakfast stool. We have a big posh house, so there is a kitchen dining room and a breakfast lounge too.

My brother slides his phone into his pocket and gets up, putting his empty bowl into the sink. We have a maid and she usually comes in to work when the house is empty. But it's OK because we have CCTV cameras so she can't do anything.

" She left early. a boy died a couple of hours ago and she went to visit the parents. You know how she gets."

"Oh." Yep I Know.

Kids always pass away in the hospital she works in and my mum always goes to be sad and stuff and attend funerals and do all that sad memory stuff. She always feels as if it's her fault even if they were on limited time and life support.

"Can we go now?" My brother chucks me an apple and we leave the house together, like we do every school day.

I go to a mixed school, and the walk is about 10 minutes. I actually wanted to go to a girls school because it's much more calm - I think and  i feel as though the gossip wouldn't just be about boys, however my parents decision was for me  to this specific school only because Ed goes to the college opposite.

Ten minutes later I'm walking through the front gates and entering the school building.

Rubbish.