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The bus ride every day is pretty much the same. We hit the four more stops around town before actually heading to the school. It’s too early to be there joking and playing around. I usually can be caught catching a few extra Z‘s before I’m forced to sign my life away for the day. We get to the bane of my existence and the first thing Jill and I do is go get breakfast. Some days, breakfast is bomb and some days it’s terrible. It’s really hit or miss today. It was all right. Let me throw away my trash so I can head to the homeroom.
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1. When you’re having a good night's sleep, the last thing you want to hear is your dad telling you it was time for school. Well at least that’s the case for me. My dad was pounding on the door so loud I thought he was breaking it down. He was a heavy handed guy. Regardless, it’s too early for all that. But of course I got up and started getting ready. As much as I hated it, I never really questioned the daily school routine. Took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put my clothes on. I really wanna go back to sleep.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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