• My own way of greeting the sunny sky and chirping that morning was by groaning in annoyance, and putting my head under the pillow.
    The sunlight was seeping through the curtains, giving the room a supposedly bright glow.
    Curse you, Sun.
    How dare you sit there while the earth revolves around you.
    b*****d.

    Perhaps it was just the lack of a full-nights rest that was making me call the sun a b*****d, or maybe it was just the horror of knowing that, gasp, I did not finish my homework.
    At all.
    Unless I claim to have written it in invisible ink again, but rumour has it (Oh yes, rumours) Mackenzie got one of those stupid little blue lights that show invisible ink.
    Either way, I get some detention, which is nice.

    I removed my head from the potentiel-suicide-pillow (The PSP, I will call it.), and went to take a shower and get dressed and what-not.

    I did not have a good feeling about today.

    Undressed, hopped in the shower.

    Halfway through washing my hair, tryiong to get some of the tangles a restless night of worry and despair had caused, I.. well... saw something.
    No, no! not like that!
    I meant I saw a shadow.
    Or atleast, I convinced myself I had.
    I panicked, spinning around with a bottle of conditioner as my only weapon. I pulled -- what I assume is-- a strong, defensive face.
    There was nothing there, of course, which was probably a good thing, seeing as how if there had been some murderer/rapist in my shower, all I had was my little Herbal Essences bottle to protect me.
    Despite the relief of not being raped before breakfast, I had forgotten that showers are commonly rather slippery, and managed to fall to the side, out of the shower, barely missing my head on the sink, but successfully bashing it on the floor.
    Yeah... Today was going to be fun.

    I came downstairs to recieve my daily black, hardened bread. Also known as toast.
    My mother was complaining at my (Younger) sister, who was yelling at my (younger) brother, who was pleading my father not to leave for work.
    I considered breaking the fight up, but decided to just casually walk through it instead.
    Toast, toast, toast....
    They didn't notice me enter, so with my toast, I flee.

    Riding home from school seemed like a better option, seeing as I'd be away for an extra... few years... thanks to the harsh punishment of not writing a documentory on... Um... Crap, I know this...
    OH HEY IT'S DRAKE, LET'S AWKWARDLY CHANGE THE SUBJECT~!
    Drake Luchen. My buddy. My pal. my kind, warm-hearted friend who always knows just how to cheer me up.
    "Kyro... You look like sh*t today."
    "Thanks, I love hearing that."
    "You make the effort, you deserve the raise." He poked the rings under my eyes.
    "I was up all night, dusting off my perfect essay for today, my friend. Unlike you, who was playing video games all night."
    "You haven't done your work again, have you?"
    "What ever makes you think that?!"
    "You were playing online with me all night, mostly. Nicely done, moron."
    Damn.
    "And I doubt you have complet--" He whipped out a folder, a freaking folder, that had been labled and everything... Sometimes having friends like him is exausting.
    "I will pay you £5000 and my soulf or it."
    "You already tried to sell your soul to me for a milkshake last week."
    "Money well spent!"
    He shook his head and nudged me, walking by my side for the rest of the way to hell... A.k.a Roran High.

    We got to the gates and met with that girl I had been arguing with the previous day-- You know, Miya?-- blahblahblah, Drake blushes when she greets him, blahblahblah, she laughs when I tell her my work is complete and perfect as I am, blahblahbah, we go into class, blahblahblah the vein on Mackenzies's had almost bursts when I tell him.
    His face was quite a picture.
    Literally for Miya , who had grabbed her phone and taken one.
    Even to this day it is her screensaver. Curse her...
    Yep... Today was going to be very fun.