At last something to say:)

Leading a normal teenage life requires more work than you think. Waking up everyday at 6:30am to make lunch, is something which I find outrageous yet workable. Standing in front of my clothing-covered closet for 15 minutes is undismissable each night and day. Drawing my eyes, making myself lookable at the reflectable surface in my bathroom for over 20 minutes, is unavoidable. Then after breakfast, I would speed walk to school because one, I am going to be late, and two, I need the exercise. The time when I arrive at school, would be enough for me to either organize my locker with my school stuff, or in most cases sprint to my first class (I really do need my daily exercise, anyways). After my first class I would spend a consecutive six hours of my life listening to teachers talking about how cats and dogs lived in the history and how they were discovered and invented. Interestingly, I would talk to myself into believing that all of the above classes are worth my future and time. Past the torture and paradise of classes or school, I would walk silently or usually loudly and jolly back home to greet my empty apartment. The door would be firmly locked and the carpet would be moderately cold. I like it like this, it makes me feel independent and somewhat, adult. Then I would slowly walk over to my computer with my bag pack place neatly in my messy room, hoping that there would be a sudden miracle when I turn on the computer. Daily, I would watch the screen brighten up, change colors, load, and then type in the password to access my account. Orange, black, green would pop up in front of me because of my desktop picture, of Michael Buble, my Boyfriend. While holding my breath I would click on to a program that would allow me to type which hopefully would show me miracle. I press down my shift key then press the number 1 key, hoping for an exclamation mark to appear. I pray inside of me, "Please, let today be the day where everything is back to normal, where like nothing has happened. Please show me a miracle that would make me happy and take my worries away. Please, I would be a good girl, who would not procrastinate and do my homework." However, it was still the same. A "1" appeared instead of an exclamation mark. My heart was dropped to the ground. My face was punch by a massive hand and wrinkled like a wet cloth. Then I thought to myself, "If only leading a normal teenage life would be easy."