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I am dressed and now sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. Not evens halfway done I push the bowl aside and check my phone for the time. It's almost eight by now and I'll definitely get detention for coming late. I'm not on Mrs Green's list of favorites I can say that for sure. I grab my backpack and pass a mirror and quickly pull my hair up in a bun which is still soaken wet from the last minute shower I took. I hardly recognize myself in the mirror, there's dark bags around my eyes and I look so tired. I sigh, grab the keys on the counter and lock the door. The air smells like fresh grass and I look at the house next to ours. Hard at work is our next door neighbors gardener, he's mowing the lawn he looks up and smiles and I nod my head turning around walking in the direction of the school.I walk as fast as I can but somehow it feels like I'm losing control of my legs and they're just walking on their own pace. The school is not far from where I live but it feels like forever before I reach it. Maybe because my life is such a drag and I've just stopped trying to rush into it... Into my life that doesn't even feel like mine anymore. When I take the next corner I hear the bell ring and cuss under my breath as I walk. I start to slow down and think to myself, what's the point of rushing if I'm already late it's not like Mrs Greens gonna say, "Oh hey Heather you came a little earlier as usual here's a gold sticker and yes no detention for my favorite late commer." I roll my eyes at the thought and when I walk into the school I breath in some fresh air preparing myself for the miserable day awaiting me.