"And the kids cried out, please stop your scaring me!"

Halsey blasts through my phone, the music counting as my alarm clock. I wake up every morning around five a clock, do a quick exercise session, shower, and get ready. I groan but get off the bed, knowing I have to do this. Not only does the workouts wake up but it also helps with my training that I usually have every night. My bare feet walk sleepily across my white rug, and I drop to my hands and knees before getting in the position of push ups. My workouts usually depend on the day. Monday: sit ups, jumping jacks, and crunches. Tuesday: lunges, squats, and push ups. Wednesday: push ups, squats, and crunched.Thursday: working out with a punching bag. Friday: weights,jumping jacks, crunches, squats, and push ups. The weekends being when I usually do hard workouts with my dad and train longer than weekdays. Almost everyday of the week and excessive session I do, I always do squats. Mostly because they're my weakness and they also have good causes too. Like how I can actually keep a pair of jeans in my butt now without them sliding right off. Today is Tuesday so I have to do lunges, squats, and push ups. I take a deep breath before I begin to push myself up from the floor and back down to it, in high push ups keeping a steady pace before I begin to go harder. One,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight,nine,ten. I keep counting to myself until I've done thirty and then go to do lunges. I keep my hands to my sides, as my muscles begin to burn slightly and my skin moistens. I bend my knees to where my knees hover just over the ground, and raise back up. I do twenty on each leg, having a total of forty lunges then lay down and begin to do crunches. My stomach muscles begin to burn and I only stop when it becomes just over a dull ache then decide to add in some modified v-ups. I lay back down fully before I raise up, my knees meeting my best as my arms stay to my side. I stop knowing I don't want to do to much and live through the hell of it at school.... It's bad enough as it is.

I jump into the shower, just doing a quick wash over on my hair and my slightly sweaty body. I splatter the hot water in my face, the temperature helping wake me up more fully than the exercises. I wrap the towel around me before going back into my room and picking out whatever clothes I spot first. My closest isles so neutral that I don't have to worry about anything not matching. I legit only own jeans and t shirts... Well there is a couple dresses and stuff my mom bought for me a awhile back but I don't wear them, glad that they don't fit me anymore so I'll have an excuse as to why I never wear them. I throw on a sports bra and panties, before sliding on the shirt and jeans then going back to the bathroom to fix my hair. I just brush it and braid the top half into a complex and let the rest flow down my back, considering my hair dries fast I skip blow drying it. I grab a bag of mine from my closest, that goes well with my pizza shirt. My shirt is white with bold black letter saying"My favorite color is pizza" and the bag being a tan color saying" I asked for pizza not your opinion." Which is 100% true, but yet people still seem to think that I want to hear them. I take a deep breath before getting on my phone and skimming over tumblr to pass time. If there's one place to ever cheer me up, it'd be tumblr. Literally. Last year my mom took the two of us on a vacation to the beach and I spent more time taking pictures and checking tumblr, then actually laying on the sand or whatever. That's how I am though. Hana sends a text asking if I'm going to come pick her up, and I begin to reply back when I realize I'm not supposed to be talking to her.. He wouldn't find out if I texted her back would he? Or if I talked to her through texts? I shake my head and backspace everything I wrote ad decide to just pop up at her house. Yes I'm ignoring her but I still won't make her have to live through hanging out with her brother. I'd destroy my ego and lose a bet before I'd do that. I open up my door to see my mom standing there, frozen mid knock and she sends me a small smile as she begins to take a snap sip from her coffee cup." Just making sure you were up." Is all she says before going back towards her room and I take the opposite hallway to go down stairs. My house isn't gigantic but it isn't your average house either. We have two stories, with a basement and attic. It's longer than it is wide, making it seem bigger on the inside than you thought while outside. We have two living rooms, one down stairs and one up stairs, one kitchen, a pantry that connects to that, then a total of four bedrooms not including the one mom uses as her office. One down stairs and the other three up there with me. Almost everything in my house contains a delicate look that my mom is currently obsessed with. Everything is a light shade and is usually of white or grey. Every table has a vase that holds delicate flowers that 'set the vibe of purity', that being my mothers exact words. It's calming and pretty, I must agree but I liked it better when there wasn't a specific standard furniture had to meet and it felt more like a home then something you'd see in a magazine. I grab my converse at the bottoms of my stairs, before going to the kitchen and grabbing an apple then running out the house into my car with only my socks on. I'll have to hurry and get Hana before she leaves with her brother. I start the car, Apple in my mouth while buckling up with my free hand. I'm coming Hana just don't leave yet. I go faster than usual but still maintain the speed limit. It seems like in seconds I'm in front of Hana's house and honking just as she's about to get into her brothers car. Her head whips to me before snatching her book bag and comes running to me, leaving her brother standing at the drivers side.

"Thank god." Is all she says as she jumps into the passenger seat, making the whole car bounce. "I thought I was going to have to ride with the little devil."

I stay silent and replay how many times shed ditch me for Daniel, just to keep from talking to her. Maybe you won't have to wait till Friday. Maybe she'll get on her hands and knees and beg...... Hana's stubborn sometimes which doesn't help for things to leaning hat favor but she can't stand to be ignored or to upset anybody. Hopefully that side of her comes out because I can already feel how this is going to get harder as the days go by. Jesus stay with me.

I drive slightly faster than I normally would but slower than I did on the way to her house. My phone rings and I pick it up without thinking and check to see what it is.

I glance up at the road before quickly typing in.

I roll my eyes as I set the phone back into my book bag. She says I'm the weirdo. Well listen to her.... She's who I get it after.

I take a deep breath and let it all out just waiting for my day to begin at the hell hole our government calls hell hole. I'd be fine with going to school if it wasn't for the hatred I have right now towards Daniel and the sudden feeling that something bad is going to happen.

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