Your P.O.V.
it's Monday morning and as usual I slump out of bed, nearly falling on the floor cause my room was such a mess. I can barely even see the floor because if the clothes, pants, pillows, etc. "God somebody just kill me already," you mumble to yourself. Everything still hazy, you walk down the stairs to get some pain killers.
As you come down stairs you smell bacon in the air. Even though you weren't craving it, you still devoured it in seconds. You grabbed the bottle of pain killers and were about to just take a handful, you're mother told you just to take two. So you chug the two pills and your black coffee. You run upstairs and you grab some sweatpants and a grey and pink Aeropostale sweatshirt and throw it on. I'm running down the hall and run into my brother Tyler. "Sorry, rushing," I said.
Tyler replied "Yeah, well next time watch out,".
"Somebody is in a bad mood," you mumble yet again.
"Whatever y/n just get out of my way,"
I get to the bathroom and of course with my luck, it's locked. "GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM," I scream. There was no answer, so I got the key from on top of the door and unlock it. I open the door only to see a note saying..
"Make sure you turn your phone on after school - Mom" I chuckle and grab the keys and head to school.
