9:14 a.m.

I usually don't like to write in the morning because it isn't the best way for me to start the day, only because I hate the morning time. However, I did something different today, I woke up early. It is true when they say, "the morning is the beginning of the day so make it as best as you can." My mornings really do make a difference as to how I go about my day. If I wake up late usually I'm the grumpiest person on Earth. This morning, it isn't so bad. I sent my love his Good Morning message, texted the girls, got dressed, and left the house.

School. Especially, Phoebus High School, is the hardest thing to wake up too. This school is filled with black people who are ignorant and poor, the teachers that are just trying to fill the holes in their lives to make them successful, then you have me, the misfit. I'm not a misfit because I have money but because I'm black and I know that there's more to life than this. This school is most definitely not a reflection of who I am as a person, it's more like an everyday reality check. A reality check that I hate, more than anything else in the world.

However, waking up to Prose isn't so bad... I think I could do it everyday. Well, I'm in my first class of the day and she allows us to use the computers whenever we're done with everything. I'm always done early.. I guess I should start writing in the morning. It's like writing down the words that would flow in the wind of a exhale from a deep breath. It's relieving. It's good to know that outside of this putrid filled hell there's more than just this small town known as Buckroe. If anything, my town is an inspiration to death stories.

More than anything, I would like to tell Prose, Good Morning!