I could start off and say I woke up with the light shining through my windows and the snow glistened outside. That would be lying, though. The snow does not glisten outside, it is more like layers of brown slush and the sun is barely visible behind all of the gray clouds. Plus, winter break was over so how could I possibly start the day off with such a positive comment.
My mother called from downstairs "Hurry up! You'll be late!"
Blah, blah, blah. who cares? I'm always late. Instead, I pulled the covers over my head and slammed my fist down on my alarm clock that was beeping annoyingly.
"Erika, get down, now! You have school! I will not start this semester with a phone call asking why you aren't there!"
I'm sorry, what? When has she ever been called by called by school? Okay, there have been occasions, but they were never because I was late to school. Actually, there were quite a few occasions, but I don't care. You know what my mother does? She worries too much. Sure, I've been in a couple of fights and yeah, okay, I've been suspended but it's not like... I failed the year or something...well, I almost did last year but it wasn't that bad...I just... Well, anyways. It's not like my mother is Mrs. Perfect herself. You know, maybe if she'd listen to me once in a while she'd know what was going on but no. She doesn't listen. And I don't listen to her, so we are even. Everyone thinks me and my mom are buddies and that we should stick together, considering that my sister died last year but it's the opposite. She is just more protective of me than ever and it's so irritating! I can take care of myself, thanks. We just fight so much more. She says I've become "rebellious" and "irresponsible" and that I "Don't care about anything"
But that's just because I realized we all die eventually and no one makes it out alive so honestly...what's the point in caring about anything?