"WHACK" I groan and roll off my bed, hitting my bedroom floor like the sack of potatoes that I am, I grab my arm in pain regretting my life choices in the last five seconds. I get up and look in the mirror at myself, "ugh".

My hairs a mess, it looks like someone took a hairdryer and puffed it out in every direction possible, I sigh and grab my brush and begin to attempt to maintain the beast.

"FUDDGGGGEEEE" I moan out when I feel my brush break. This day was going to be one of those days where nothing is going to agree with me. That's fine, that's okay, I understand life's not fair but COME ON...

I still attempt to brush and succeed, barely. I really hated having thick hair, some girls tell me they'd kill to have it, I would gladly give it but I can't, it's kind of stuck to me.

When I finally finish causing myself pain, I walk to my closet, throwing the door open. I look inside at the mountain of clothing. Sighing I grab the first thing I see and sniff it, "ehhh, this is good enough", it ends up being a dress with floral patterns, it's flowy and it's sort of springy. Putting it on, I struggle, seeming to have forgotten how to put a simple dress on.

When I do finally get the flower dress on I grab my black converse, smiling as I put them on, they were my favorite shoes. I grab my black and pink backpack (hehe <~< I'm awesome) and sling it over my shoulder.

I'm ready for another day in hell, and I'm going to rock. That was until I tripped and fell walking out my bedroom door.

I look up and my brother is laughing his butt off, "you're so stupid!" He says. I grumble my response "tell me something I don't know..."

"Well at least you know" and he walks if chuckling. I look after him as I get up, "Gee thanks fathead I really appreciate the help"

After I get up I head to the kitchen and grab a pop tart.

Now, I'm going to rock, and with that I walked out the front door.