I wanted to cry right now. Seriously cry.

I just had to stay up until 12:30 a.m. to watch the knew episode of that kdrama on television didn't I? I became all emotionally invested and started thinking about the pain and suffering of the two main leads; now here I am at 6:00 a.m. with a freaking headache.

I turned off my alarm which was blasting one of my favorite pop songs at the moment. I normally did not listen to music that often, but there were some exceptions if I heard my sister Caroline blaring songs fifty thousand times a day or on the radio when riding in my dad's truck.

Either way, I developed my favorites here and there, although currently even my favorite song couldn't rid me of the migraine that was slowly trying to take residence in my brain.

It probably wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to wake up twice in the middle of the night just to insure no "accidents" occurred. But, it was worth it because I had just showered last night, so having to take a hasty morning one would be a nuisance.

Reluctantly, I climbed out of bed, the lamp in my room already on. I could not do sleeping in the dark. My mind liked to conjure up a lot of creepy and disturbing thoughts which I did not care to have to ponder before bed.

Heading to the bathroom down the hallway on the right, I sent another silent apology to my pops for the electric bill then went inside to clean my face. 

Speaking of my face, I loved both my parents, but sometimes I wondered if I had inherited some of their... less desirable genes. That included sensitive skin, which left me with quite a bit of acne, and my mother's body shape that, although it left me with a decently curvy figure, only increased my chances of gaining weight easily.

My sister, on the other hand, was very petite and pretty. She never weighed more than one hundred and ten pounds her entire teenage life and always had guys lining up to ask her out.

But, I wasn't very envious of her. Somehow, despite every reason life apparently gave me, I had high self-esteem. After all, it was easier to laugh than cry, so I just chose to laugh at myself and keep it moving.

Nearly an hour after prepping myself in the restroom, I heard movement in my sister's room, indicating it was her turn to come in and get ready. So, I hastily put leave in conditioner into my hair and sprayed a few sprits of water on it to make my afro look less dry and have more volume.

Hmph, no one ever said going natural was easy.

Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, Caroline came into view holding her clothes in hand. She looked annoyed and tired as usual, so I made sure not to say anything to her and just passed by to get to my room.

The last time I tried greeting her in the morning, she just gave me the dirtiest look as though I had just insulted her entire existence. It was not worth it, trust me.

When 7:45 a.m. finally rolled around, me, Caroline, and our step sister Amber headed out the door, starting up the long hill in order to reach the bus stop.

It was rather foggy outside, which did my hair no favors mind you, but we patiently waited with the other bus riders in our neighborhood.

"'Sup Hana," said my god brother Dante.

I often referred to him as my cousin when others asked, however, because he pretty much was like a cousin at this point, plus no one asked for further explanations whenever I explained to them that that was how we knew one another.

"Sup," I answered simply, placing my hands in my pockets to warm them up a bit. Winter was already beginning to make its unwanted presence known.

"So... you gonna do my credit recovery if I pay you?" he asked, looking at me hopefully as he knew I made quite decent grades.

"I don't know... what subject is it and how much work is there?" I responded skeptically. Normally I would not even consider doing someone else's work for them, but it wasn't like I received an allowance, especially considering recent events, and there were some albums that I had been keeping my eye on...

"It's biology and there are about eight chapters, but you have four months to complete them all," he assured me, gauging my reaction and trying to figure out how to convince me.

"How much?" I finally asked him.

"Seventy five dollars."

Hearing that amount gave me pause. I'd heard of some of my classmates getting paid as much as one hundred dollars for doing other people's work, but that amount surprised me still. It was definitely something for a broke student like me to think about.

For a moment, I even wondered where he had gotten that money from, but then I remembered there were at least three boys, including my god brother, in my neighborhood who mowed other people's lawns for money. I briefly thought that if I was more in shape I would probably take up that form of service. Then, I remembered how much of an unmotivated homebody I was and promptly dropped it from my mind.

"Sure, when should I start?"

"This Sunday if you don't mind," said Dante, a smile now on his face. Again I agreed and the bus showed up a few minutes later.

The ride to our destination was blessedly uneventful, but the moment the bus pulled up in the school parking lot, the bus driver suddenly began to speak over the intercom.

"Okay guys, this morning we're having a drill. You all know the routine, I'm going to need two boys to help you all get out safely starting from the back row. Do not jump down, first sit down on the bus floor and slide out. It shouldn't take long," she said, her large eyes looking at us all through the mirror at the front and her dark thick hair tightly pulled back in a high ponytail.

Wordlessly, the boys nearest to the back stood up and opened the doors to the back of the bus, the both of them following the bus driver's instructions on how to properly exit.

They held out their hands to the girls to help them out, while the guys simply slid out on their own.

I was in the center of the bus and as always, I felt anxious about getting off. As the bus driver had said, it was routine at this point, but still I found my anxiety increasing by the second.

Finally, when it was my turn to get up, I reluctantly moved quickly towards the back as to not hold up the line. However, once I moved to exit, instead of sitting on the bus floor, I squatted then leaped out of the back of the bus only to fall flat on my face.

I'd closed my eyes seconds from impact but opened them now, carefully pushing myself up off of the ground and onto my feet.

Without a word, I brushed off my tan and slightly dirtied pants from the contact with the ground, dusted off my jacket then promptly began to walk away towards the entrance of the school.

I refused to feel embarrassed, accepting inquires about whether I was alright with assuring smiles and keeping my eyes only in front of me. I noticed once I had entered the cafeteria that the area above my knee felt a bit sore, but I ignored it until I was safely inside one of the school bathroom stalls.

Taking note of the fact that no one was in the bathroom when I came in, I let out a deep sigh and face palmed myself. Why did I have such random crappy luck? 

Checking my leg for injury, I saw that I had a scrape just above my right knee but luckily it was not bleeding. I did not feel like going to the nurse, thus having to pass by the cafeteria full of the other bus riders, after such an admittedly embarrassing display.

So, I rolled my pant leg back down, exited the stall then headed straight to the library where I could kill some time before first period.