The ride to school takes a good twenty minuets, so I put my headphones to calm myself down before school. I listen to a upcoming artist who calls himself Hozier;he tends to understand this world in the same way that I do. It's my second year of highschool, being a soft more is...well, nothing special. Trying to categorize myself in the restricting high school cliche is difficult, but I'd most likely fit somewhere in the art hippies or castaways, loners, the "socially awkward". That's me. Once my little Honda pulls up in the land of mustangs I realize we've made it to school. " be involved sweety" my mom whispers as she hugs me goodbye. I roll my eyes and make my way into school. Here we go again.
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RomanceI'd be lying if I said it was the sun that woke me up, the birds chirping and my sparky little dog licking my hand. That's just not how life is.
