The boy down the road

I try to roll out of bed but somehow fall onto the floor. I don't even know sometimes. I look up at my clock to see it's one minute past seven. For fuck sake. You see this is why I should invest in an alarm clock. Or at least use my phone alarm.

Your phone is always dead

Shut up sub-conscience. Honestly.

As you might have gathered, I'm not a morning person. Or a day person. I might be nice at night, but that's when I'm tired. My name is Autumn. The name of falling leaves and some other shit people tell me when they hear my name. I have brown eyes, olive skin, jet black hair. I like to think my hair reflects my soul. That's normal, right? I'm in year twelve doing my A-levels. I have a nice group of friends which I won't introduce because you will meet them soon enough. Also, I'm not this negative during the day, but when I wake up, you may get punched in the face. I blame it all on hormones. They jump all over the place like my body is a mother fucking trampoline.

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Normal A-level student Autumn attends sixth form with her best friends. She's clever, has amazing friends. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Well, you're wrong ...