Wake up.

                                    

                                          
Wake up.
Get ready.
Go to school.
Work.
Classes.
After school.


This is the average Monday morning of a 14 year old girl.










Wake up.
Waking up to the Amazon Alexa on my desk blaring.Taking in a deep breath I smell the sleep on my body slowly dispersing and I stretch to the sky.
Get ready.
Getting ready I iron my uniform and grimace about the lengthy skirts and how I wish they were shorter.I wash my face, brush my teeth and take a cold shower, sending a satisfying chill to my bones freezing away any remaining slumber.

Go to school.
I skip breakfast, as always, and my nana pulls in and out the drive way. I kiss my mother goodbye and by 7:30 I'm at school. To early, but it's empty so the environment around me is croaks lively. My school is open so the outdoors is always taking its toll on us.

Work.
Working for assembly's and countless hours being put in to produce my schools news station. If only everyone knew the stress on the whole team to meet the deadlines, uphold standards, gather information and put up with admins demands.


Classes.
Classes are always a pain. Some go bye quick and some slow. I can't do anything about them I just have to attend against my will in order to keep my parents peace.

Afterschool.
Afterschool is always a relief. But the ready need to go home itches at my skin. The need to pull off my hot uniform shirt, it's white collar stained with grief, my navy blue skirt, crushed and crinkled, my tie socks and shoes rubbing against me uncomfortably.


















Im tired.