I can feel myself waking up, but I’m still sleeping. I hate this part of sleep. What is it called? Non-REM? Anyway, I know I’m going to feel super tired. The alarm beeps. My eyes open. I jumped out of bed. I get dressed in the only thing that I can pull on in a second, a dress. I put on my tights and unplug my ipad. My mom yells into the intercom for us to hurry up. How unnecessary! I brush my teeth, put on a beanie, slip into my socks, and up the stairs I go. No break fast this morning, even though my stomach is begging, pleading, and whining very loudly. Mom yells at us to get ready faster, claiming that she told us last night that she had to go to work earlier today, which she didn’t. Wayne forgot almost everything today and had to constantly run back in the house to grab his stuff. I started the car and drove. Mom yells at my driving skills, which isn’t bad (I’m being truthful here I’m not a bad driver; she just freaks out a lot). I get to school, look for the closest CP bank because I have to pay $32 to ride a limo for prom this weekend. There is none near here (crap). Had my morning conversations with my friends, drank the rest of an abandoned cup of coffee (it was a friend’s, I didn’t just drink any abandoned cup), and walked to english.