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       I hear my alarm go off at exactly 6:04 am. I turn it off, and my light on. I throw on some black holy pants I find at the bottom of my bed (relatively clean), throw on a bra, and t-shirt, and a hoodie that are all hanging inside my joke of a closet. Running to the bathroom I brush my teeth, brush through my hair and throw a hair tie on my wrist. Although school doesn't start until 8:30, the only breakfast I ever eat is a 22 minute skate away. Every morning I leave the house at 6:11 am and always arrive to the school, after getting my doughnut, 6 minutes early. I'm usually just a "go with the flow" type of person but when it comes to morning routines, mine is perfect.

       I give Gabbie a kiss on the head before throwing my bag over one shoulder and run out the door, skateboard in hand. I drop the board on my driveway and jump on. Riding down my street I see the newspaper boy on his usual route, he gives me his usual wave, and I give him my usual head nod. I ride past him, down my street, around the corner, down the next street and don't even stop to look at the stoplight as I continue my ride across the crosswalk. The stoplight switches for the crosswalk at 6:14 am every day. I look over to my right and see the sun begin to rise over the mountains. I put my other backpack strap on as I skate around the big cracks in the sidewalk. I pull my hair up on top of my head and using the hair tie I put on my wrist, I tie it there. I skate past the old abandoned mansion, past the elderly lady sitting on her wood, vintage porch swing wearing her orange robe today, past the pizzeria, past the café where I eat dinner Saturday nights, past the Starbucks and turn into the Super donuts parking lot. I shift my weight and drag the tail to my board to come to a stop. I pick it up by the trucks and walk in.

"Andrea it's 6:35, you're two minutes late." Sara, the manager, says to me with a stern look.
"Shut up, and get me my doughnut with a decaf latte." I reply to her before she bursts into laughter. Sometimes I wonder why I get along with this lady who's nine years older than me, and then I remember all the immature teenagers I'm forced to hang out with until graduation. A year and a half is all it takes. Sara comes back with my food and I take a seat at my usual table. My board lays against the glass window, and my backpack sits in the chair next to me. Sara always tells me not to put my bag there, that someone might come in and want to sit next to me. But no one ever does come in, and even if they did, who'd wanna sit next to a skater chick?

After finishing my doughnut I throw a five dollar bill on the table and yell at Sara to keep the change. I pick up my board and head for the door. I drop the board in the parking lot, and take off. Passing through the neighborhood I see that the elderly lady has gone inside, and that the Starbucks is now booming with customers. Instead of taking the turn into the school parking lot I keep going. I ride around the back of the school to the huge concrete ditch. I skate up, and back down. Up, and back down. Over and Over again for a minute until I hear the five minute warning bell. Six minutes early, I told you.