My head aches as the alarm on my desk made a buzzing sound repeatedly.
I wanted to break the whole clock but I knew I would have to pay for another one, like always.
Me paying for my own stuff now was sort of mandatory seeing that I'm not considered an adult. My dad is rich as fuck and barely gets me anything if I ask him.
But he seemed to always give Francis whatever he wanted, whether it's the dumbest thing in the world. He would give it to him.
Favoritism? Yes. It's like I know he's a child but come on, I'm asking for 20 bucks for gas and you ask me if I have a job?
Or.. maybe I'm blowing this whole thing out of proportion and I'm just being un-grateful, I mean He is letting me stay in his home.
I didn't go to college like he wanted- well wants me too. I want to get enough money so I can go into the music industry.
But he doesn't know that, he doesn't need to know that. And I'm not going to tell him.
I bring my drowsy hand over to the end table that had the clock sitting on it and turned it off.
The alarm is more then enough to give you a headache waking up.
The sound stops and I sigh in relief closing my eyes for a couple more seconds..
"BZZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ."
My eyes shoot open and I quickly sit up grabbing the clock. Didn't I just turn this shit off? I try to turn it off and on but it doesn't work, the sound grows through the air making me already mad then I already am.
I get frustrated and end up throwing the whole clock at the wall.
"Stupid fuckin' shit."
I slip my bunny slippers onto my feet and look at my curtain covered window.
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"Well, time for another shitty day of life."
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𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕤'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍
"Dad, I have to say this?"
I sit in the chair while having my Frosted Flakes in front of me and a piece of paper in my hand.
"Yuh, just start with the top. Young rich nigga, with a bad attitude. Go"
