Let me live

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'Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me...'

UGHHHH

I woke up to the horrible sound of my alarm.

It is not that All Star is bad song. Every time a set a song to be my alarm I try to choose a nice one so I won't be grumpy when I hear the alarm. But every time that I pick one of my favourites songs I end up hating that song.

Mia, you have to wake up

Stupid conscience, can't I be a bad girl and stay home?

Get your lazy ass out of bed! Now!

Geez, I have to be nicer with myself

I finally get up. I grab my mobile to check what time it is.

7.30?! Damn it! I am going to be late... again

I put on my school's uniform as fast as I can and gather my book, and rush downstairs to grab something to eat. When I enter to kitchen I open the fridge and sigh disappointed. It is full of delicious and really high-calorie things.

Nope, you know you can't

Instead of grabbing a piece of chocolate cake I decide to take the milk and make myself a fruit milkshake. Today I do a strawberry-banana one.

I look around the kitchen and the living room wondering where in hell my father is. Maybe he is still asleep.

"Dad", I yelled "I'm leaving for school"

I grab my keys and close the door. Outside my house stands the love of my life. I can't believe it is mine. I have it all for myself. It is mine.

There stands the most breath taking 64 red Mustang.

I swear I'm so in love. My car is my happy place. The seats are so comfortable and beautiful, white leather.
When I get frustrated I take a long nice drive. I love the sound of it when it starts and basically everything about my car.

And the best of all is that I named it Bob.

Nobody really gets my car the way I do. Some people just don't like it be because it is 'too old' and others find it interesting. Like: why is seventeen year old girl driving that?
I hate it when my friends tell me that I should have bought a Porsche. No offense to Porsches, but they are Barbie cars. I didn't wanted a Barbie car. So, I got Bob. And let me tell you... Not once I've regretted it.

My drive to school is pretty quiet. And after about 20 minutes of The Rolling Stones songs I arrive to school.

St. Vincent High School. Located somewhere in Santa Rosa, California.

School.

Worse, High school.

Worst of all, Senior Year.

"Hey, you" I greeted one of my best friends. Sam. He was sitting on his chair finishing his homework "What are you doing? I thought there was no homework"

He laughed softly and looked up to me "Of course" he putt off his glasses and robbed his temples "There are the math problems, the history essay and you had to write your opinion in a book you dislike for literature"

"Shit" I murmured "Where the hell I am whenever the teachers give us homework?"

He chuckled a laugh "Sleeping mostly"

"Hey! You know my sleeping class is physics"

"Well, so you must think that every class is physics"