You're waken up by your alarm clock. You look to your left and you turn it off.
You hear your dad yell from downstairs.
Dad: You've gotta be shitting me!
Your dad always bets on horse races, but he always loses. You're both broke as fuck, so you have to work as well.
You sit up and you stretch and yawn. You look out the window to see a the sun shining.
Your thoughts: Fuck. That's right. It's Monday.
You: Ugh.
You get out of bed and you walk over to your dresser. You pull out your drawer to see some clothes laid out for you. Red flannel, black hoodie, white t-shirt, and black jeans.
You get dressed. You find your black and white Chuck Taylor's on the floor and you put them on.
You walk over to the door and you walk out into the hallway. You walk into your bathroom. You brush your teeth, put on deodorant, and you put on cologne.
You walk back out into the hall and you see a framed picture of your mom on the wall. You smile at her.
You: Wish me luck, mom.
You walk back into your room. You grab your backpack and you put it on. You grab your phone and earbuds. You put your earbuds in and you start playing music.
Start playing the song at the top. (Not my song)
You grab some money off of your dresser.
You grab your skateboard. You open up your window and you step out onto the roof. You close your window and you jump down onto the floor.
You hop over your fence. You see a moving truck on the other side of the road. You see a few people moving some boxes in.
You start riding your skateboard down the sidewalk.
Old lady Bernadette: Hey, Y/N!
You look over to see your neighbor. She's a nice lady. You smile and wave back.
You continue riding your skateboard.
You make it to a bus stop and you see Hunter and his friends, your bullies.
You: Shit.
You decide to not take the bus today. You continue to ride your skateboard. Shouldn't be too hard.
You make it into town. You see the alley that you do art in. You decide to take a break. You pick up your spray paint and you start to add some touches. It's not the best, but it's not the worst.
You continue riding your skateboard down the sidewalk. You almost run into a few people.
You: Excuse me. Comin' through.
They move out of the way.
You make it to Stanley's Breakfast. Stanley's Breakfast serves the BEST breakfast sandwiches. He does business at a cart, but it's still pretty good.
You hand Stanley the money off your dresser and he hands you a breakfast sandwich while you still ride your skateboard. You're a regular, so he knows when you come by.
You: Thanks a lot, Stanley!
He yells out to you.
Stanley: Anytime, Y/N, anytime!
You eventually make it to your high school. Quite possibly the worst place on Earth. The opposite of Disney World.
Stop playing the music.
You take out your earbuds. You pick up your skateboard and start walking through the crowd of kids your age.
Timeskip
You wake up at your desk to your teacher slamming her hand against it. You jerk your head up to see the worst teacher in the whole state. Larry Brown.
Mr. Brown: L/N! When did I tell you you could sleep in my class?!
You rub your eye and you yawn.
You: I thought you did. Guess I just imagined it. Is that good enough?
Larry sighs.
Mr. Brown: Class is NOT for sleeping!
You: Then SCHOOL WORK should not be for home.
Mr. Brown: Are you talking back?!
You: Is that not how a conversation works?
Mr. Brown: Ugh! Detention for you, Mr. L/N!
He turns around and walks over to the white board.
You: Lovely. You get to see more of me.
Larry under his breath: Little shits...
Something hits you on the side of the head. You look at your desk to see a scrunched up piece of paper. You unfold the piece of paper and you read the letter.
Letter: y do u not hav frends?
You look over to see Hunter glaring at you from the other side of the room. You roll your eyes and you look back at the whiteboard. Hunter's the kinda guy who's claimed to be cool, but he's the worst person to ever be friends with. I don't know why people make that out to be cool, but they do.
You wince when you feel something sore in your side. You clutch onto your ribs. Your dad punched you last night for not paying your share of the rent. You probably make more money than that bastard.
*RING!*
The bell finally rings.
Everyone stands up and grabs their bags, ready to go home. You all walk out of the classroom, past the principal, who just walked into Mr. Brown's class.
You walk down the halls. In all honesty, you're kinda glad you have detention. It's just a few less hours at home. That's how bad things are. One time your dad burned a cigar onto your forearm for messing up his dinner. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna meet the guy who wants to go back to a home like that.
A/N: This is a retry to the last book that I made. I didn't really have a plan for that book and I just thought that my first chapter was very bad, so I just scrapped the whole thing. I still like the idea of the book, so if anyone would like to try and use my plot, just message me and I'll give you permission. I'll also post it on my message board so that people can check it out. Anyways, thanks for reading.
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