A Day In the Life of Me

It begins in bed. The same weekly routine of not wanting to get out from under my sheets. It was always my thought that maybe if I ignored school it would go away. The outcome was always the same though. I'd reluctantly role out of bed and, in a very similar way a zombie would amble about, I groggily went through the motions of my mornings: Fixing my hair, my face, and throwing on a new outfit. Today's routine was shorter since I'd decided to leave my hair as it was and just pull it back. With my first routine finished I began my next as I hopped into the car. Mom drove me to school since my brother was still out due to shoulder surgery. Seven periods flew by. Nothing incredibly interesting. Friendly conversations, science experiments, math homework, headache, occurring not in any specific order. School routine done, on to home routine. Mom picked me up for the same reason she dropped me off. Once back in my own house I grabbed a quick bite to eat and retreated to my room, where I then proceeded to nap on Finn/Monty. Homework filled the following hours and flute practice ended the final routine. Tired from my exceptionally uneventful day, I fell into bed, phone in hand, and recorded the daily affairs on Prose. Sharing my words with my audience of fellow writers by finishing this sentence and proceeding to preview and publish.