A typical day in my shoes

wake up hit the alarm one two three and you’re thirty minutes late oh my get up but first check your phone and theres like thirty texts asking for math help can i sleep again no okay eat get dressed dont bother brushing your teeth just get in the car go to school hows traffic whatever its only five minutes to drive anyway and its classes one two whats for lunch three lunch four make some music on your computer delete it five bell finally DING “ready for pickup?” “sure mom” but no im not im not ready to move my period hurts my friend wants to hurt my schoolwork sucks no mom im not ready but fine ill go home and do piano thats supposed to help but doesnt help its an hour a day and it hurts my arm but ill do it and i wont complain because whatever im just one person and its good for me and im good at it and it will help my future and thats all that matters. not me.