Waking up to the sound of a stupid loud highway is the way i always seemed to start my day see me and my mom didn't have a lot of money we lived in this beautiful four bed room house the rooms were huge and so was the house. i mean it was huge but then we found out why no one wanted the house it was right beside a noisy highway i mean i was happy to at least have a roof over my head don't get me wrong but i would have rather have a small house where you don't hear car horns, screeching tires, and people screaming at each other. My alarm clock read 6:02am "ugh" i hate getting up this early more importantly I hate getting up this early for school.I dragged myself out of bed and walk over to my black dresser looking through a black and neon sea of clothes having it be the first day of grade eleven i had no idea what to wear they say it doesn't matter but really it does i mean your clothes are the things people judge you by when your a teenager. I mean you wouldn't see a preppy barbie hanging with us "emo freaks" or a prick of a jock hanging with the band "geeks". After ten minutes of pulling out thousands of clothes I finally decided on white acid wash jeans with a black blood on the dance floor t-shirt and my neon pink converse. i was about to walk out of my room when i remember i forgot to straighten my neon blue hair and a put my make up on, i really don't feel like going to school looking like the grudge.By the time i finished my hair and make up it was 7:43am my hair takes along time to do because of how i like to style it. It took me 10 bloody minutes to find my black fuzzy bat backpack and another ten to find the car keys my mom had today off of work so she let me borrow the car i went to walk out side to leave for school and i noticed it was pouring and kinda chilly i ran up stairs grabbed my black hoodie, walked down stairs locked the door and and drove to school "hell high here i come."
