It was a chilly winter morning my breath would have turned to ice if not for my walls of my
room. My alarm goes off, I pick it up and throw it down so that the battery pops out of it. I sit up, feels like muhammad Ali went a few rounds on me last night, I try to shake the tired off. Someone
must have built a brick wall around my morning sensor. I look at the time the clock reads 6, "****!" Oh, well I am leavin' in an hour anyway. I get up walk to the bathroom, look in my mirror that is
dirtier then a dirt farm, I need to clean it one of these years. I look past the grim, and see the dumbest
facial expression that I have ever seen. I reach down and grab a cigar out of my pack, and for my
lighter. My lighter isn't there, "Where the ****?" I look down and it is about an inch from my fingers.
"Oh...." I chuckle a little to myself. Throw in the cigar, and light it up. My parents would be pissed if
then found out that I smoked in my bathroom. To be honest though I don't give a ****. After the
cigar is smoked, I throw myself in the shower. I start thinkin', "wow I don't want to get through the
same bs as always again for the 5millionth time. But it will pay off in the end, I have to keep
reminding myself.
