This is the story

me.

"Kirsten, time to get up!" Mom exclaims. I groan and turn over in my bed. "C'mon, get up." She pulls the covers off of me. "Let's go, you're gonna be late." She leaves me in my room, shivering. She was a clever one, mom. No covers, no sleep. It's a frigid Winter morning. I put on my bright blue fuzzy socks and my gray boots. I put on a Taylor Swift concert shirt and pull over my coat. I walk downstairs. Mom is getting my little brother, Gavin, ready for school.

"Gav, you can't go to school without a shirt on," Mom says, chasing him around the kitchen with a sweater. "GAVIN EDWARD DAVIDSON! PUT THE SHIRT ON."

Gavin stops running. We both know that mom is serious when she says our full name. He walks over to mom and lets her put it on him. Gavin's in first grade, and a troublemaker. Last week, he was sent home early because he made a kid eat glue. He doesn't mean to be mean when he does things like this, he just thinks it's funny. Mom thinks he'll grow out of it soon. Hopefully. "Okay, let's go. Get in the car." Mom says, pointing to the garage door. We head out to the car and I sit in the front. Gavin buckles himself into his carseat. And mom starts the car.

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