1 Introduction

*ring ring ring*

My phone alarm went off, alerting me that it was time for me to get up and get ready for school. I really hate waking up in the morning. I check the time.

"7:15? I can sleep for another 15 minutes."

I thought to myself as I put my alarm on snooze and snuggled back into my blanket. Getting up at 7:30 is always pushing it, since every time I wake up at that time I barely make it to the bus stop on time. But oh well, I'm extra sleepy today and will probably be even more sleepy tomorrow. Since basketball tryouts are going on all week.

I love lots of sports. My mom always wanted me to do more "girly" things. Like, wear dresses, heels, get my nails done. You know, things like that. They never interested me though.

My alarm goes off again. Okay, I seriously have to get up this time. I get up and pick out my outfit. A simple sweatsuit will do. I brush my teeth and wash my face, the whole morning routine. I grab my school bag, and my sports bag and head downstairs. I'm so hungry, but I have no time to sit and think about what I want to eat. So I grab a bowl and start to make cereal.

Then as I walk past the mirror in the hallway, I realize I didn't do my hair today. I grab my oil, curl cream, and my brush and try to rush my hair into a puff before the bus comes. I guess I'll just have to eat at school. Just then, I hear the bus pull up in front of my house. Off to school I go.