Still Here

Waffles are very nice

The room is plain with mostly bare walls except the few picture frames lining the them. Although the walls are clear the same could not be said for the rest of the room.

Clothes, food wrappers, and empty soda cans covered most of the floor. the only place with no garbage was the bed in the left corner of the room. It was as far away from the door as possible, almost as if it was placed there to avoid it.

An alarm rings. The occupant of the bed slams his hand on the off button.
He stares at the ceiling and sighs.
"A lot of good that did" he mumbled to himself. "What's the point of a wake up alarm if you never slept in the first place?"

Slowly he got up and walked over to his desk chair which had the clothes that he prepared yesterday hanging on it "good morning."he said begrudgingly.

After putting on his clothes and brushing his hair and teeth he went downstairs. His dad beamed as he noticed the boy walk into the kitchen "good morning!" he said with an enormous grin on his face. The boy replied good morning with the best fake smile he could muster in his sleep deprived state.
He grabbed a waffle off the table and walked away before his dad could say anything else. He was way too exhausted to keep up this happy facade through a whole conversation.

He held the waffle in his mouth to free his hands to put on his shoes. He grabbed his backpack and went outside. He then began trudging to the bus stop eating his waffle on the way.
"Well at least I've got a waffle" he thought.