My alarm goes off at 7:00am every morning. Sometimes I hear it, sometimes I don't. But I wake up eventually, to the terror of being late for school. Everything until I reach the school gate is a blur as I race around to get ready. I go to my locker and talk to my friends. School begins and it's never that interesting. But in my head I'm millions of miles away. The school bell rings, releasing me. I walk home whether it's raining or sunny spells. Sometimes I pass an old flame (the one who secretly inspires every love interest I wrote) and I'm floored all over again. I come home and ignore the ridiculous amount of homework I've been set. Instead, I go onto Wattpad and click "about me". After all, I have a story to tell.