I walk out of the door, shouting loudly, "Mom! I'm going to school!" I checked the time. 6:33 AM. 27 minutes before class starts. As I walk through the roads to get a cab. "Eastlane High, please." I said, while in the back of my mind, thinking and complaining on and on why I must get up so early in the morning. I don't really know how to classify myself, really. Am I a morning person? I can wake up at 4:30, with no trouble especially with the AC off, except for times when I sleep later than 10:30, but on the other hand, when there are no classes, I sleep if possible at 11 PM or 12 AM. After all that commotion going around the back of my head, the taxi driver spoke to me, unprepared. "We're here, sir." I felt really jumpy, after that, as I saw the time. 6:47. "Traffic's been too much today huh." I mumbled to myself. I quickly walked to the nearby cafe at the school gate, bought a latte, and went to my first class. Feeling the cool morning wind, I began to realize. She's back. She's back from Belgium. After realizing the fact, I noticed a soft cherry-scent shampoo in my nose. "Hey!" she shouted, as she runs to me.
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