1st p:
I woke up, turned off my alarm and felt dead. Another day of school, and that isn't it, I've made stupid mistakes before, and as if the people in school weren't enough, those memories anger me more.
I've gotten dressed into my muddy, ripped school clothes, and started eating my breakfast, thinking about my stupid mistakes.
I'm angry. But I conceal it, I don't want to make others lives worse because of my problems.
I hit the table. I'm not pleased. There's no point if it can't make things better.
I'm ready for school, say by to my patient mum and late little sister.
On my way to the bus, I blast my music into my ears, thinking about the songs I've written, shared and regretted. Anger builds up, luckily I live near the beach, so the calming waves kill the anger.
I'm in school, waiting for my form teacher to let my friends and I in. He's late, as always, he has two minutes to do registration. First lesson starts, it's English, a rough subject, the people around me build up anger.