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I get up in the morning. Actually, I force myself to get up. I don't know why I even do anymore. It's not like school is enjoyable. School's actually tormenting. But I'm resolving not to become like my mother. Lost. Alcoholic. Stupid. Klutz.

I want an education. I'm willing enough to study and get good grades, but most of the time I just want to stop. Sometimes when I'm studying really hard and I'm having a huge migraine, I want to ask myself, Why am I doing this? Who am I studying and working for? It always takes me a while to figure that question out.

Then I realize I'm doing it for myself. So I go on, and soon enough the test comes and I fly through it. I can't tell you how proud I am when I get that A+ on my math test. It makes me want to holler, See mom and dad? See what I can do without you?

I put the school uniform on, a navy blue polo with khaki shorts. I run a comb through my thin hair, not really looking at the mirror. I go down, where I see my mom sleeping on the couch, her arms dangling and her legs touching the wall. It's normal. I didn't expect her to be sitting on the table, pouring orange juice for me, right? But still, looking at my mother, even though I'm completely independent, I still feel a streak of sadness prickling through the anger I harbor towards her. Mom...what have I done for you to not care about me?

I quickly turn away and nibble at a piece of cold toast and butter. The microwave isn't working. It hasn't worked for 3 years. It's still there though, on the kitchen counter, lying at it's side. It's pathetic. My mom doesn't take care of the house, so it's a mess. I'm not even sure the refrigerator works. I sigh, and when I'm done with my "breakfast" I grab my black backpack and leave the house.

I walk to school. No one drives me, and I'm too young to drive so I have to walk. I actually like walking. It clears up my mind, not that there's much going on in my mind. But it's peaceful. Maybe that's the reason I get up in the morning. Fortunately, I live close to the school, so I don't have to wake up earlier. I soon arrive at the tall brick school.

In my eyes, it's well tended. Maybe that's because my home isn't cared for at all. The name Maple Dale Elementary High is in white huge letter's in the front of the building. There are plants and flowers outside the school, trying to show that the school is "ecofriendly". I roll my eyes, and enter the building.

It's always loud in the school, well...I don't need to explain that! Everyone talks to their friends...except for me. That's because I don't have any friends. I tell myself that I don't want any friends, but every time when I look at people laughing with their friends, something pricks at me. I feel a rare emotion, sadness. I wish that everything could be right, that I could have tons of friends.

I wish I could laugh again. Laughing and happiness feels a lifetime ago. I don't know what goes on with my life now.

Everything is different.

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I get up in the morning. Actually, I force myself to get up. I don't know why I even do anymore. It's not like school is enjoyable. School's actually tormenting. But I'm resolving not to become like my mother. Lost. Alcoholic. Stupid. Klutz.

I want an education. I'm willing enough to study and get good grades, but most of the time I just want to stop. Sometimes when I'm studying really hard and I'm having a huge migraine, I want to ask myself, Why am I doing this? Who am I studying and working for? It always takes me a while to figure that question out.

Then I realize I'm doing it for myself. So I go on, and soon enough the test comes and I fly through it. I can't tell you how proud I am when I get that A+ on my math test. It makes me want to holler, See mom and dad? See what I can do without you?

I put the school uniform on, a navy blue polo with khaki shorts. I run a comb through my thin hair, not really looking at the mirror. I go down, where I see my mom sleeping on the couch, her arms dangling and her legs touching the wall. It's normal. I didn't expect her to be sitting on the table, pouring orange juice for me, right? But still, looking at my mother, even though I'm completely independent, I still feel a streak of sadness prickling through the anger I harbor towards her. Mom...what have I done for you to not care about me?

I quickly turn away and nibble at a piece of cold toast and butter. The microwave isn't working. It hasn't worked for 3 years. It's still there though, on the kitchen counter, lying at it's side. It's pathetic. My mom doesn't take care of the house, so it's a mess. I'm not even sure the refrigerator works. I sigh, and when I'm done with my "breakfast" I grab my black backpack and leave the house.

I walk to school. No one drives me, and I'm too young to drive so I have to walk. I actually like walking. It clears up my mind, not that there's much going on in my mind. But it's peaceful. Maybe that's the reason I get up in the morning. Fortunately, I live close to the school, so I don't have to wake up earlier. I soon arrive at the tall brick school.

In my eyes, it's well tended. Maybe that's because my home isn't cared for at all. The name Maple Dale Elementary High is in white huge letter's in the front of the building. There are plants and flowers outside the school, trying to show that the school is "ecofriendly". I roll my eyes, and enter the building.

It's always loud in the school, well...I don't need to explain that! Everyone talks to their friends...except for me. That's because I don't have any friends. I tell myself that I don't want any friends, but every time when I look at people laughing with their friends, something pricks at me. I feel a rare emotion, sadness. I wish that everything could be right, that I could have tons of friends.

I wish I could laugh again. Laughing and happiness feels a lifetime ago. I don't know what goes on with my life now.

Everything is different.