Today was ordinary.
I went out with my best friend Skylar and we spent a couple hours browsing books and drinking coffee at the book store. He always gets an Americano. I always get a frozen cappuccino. My parents always accuse me of dating Skylar but I assure you, we are just close friends. After arguing over authors, James Patterson versus Sandra Brown, over artists, Georgia OKeeffe versus Claude Monet, and over bands, Green Day versus Linkin Park, Skylar dropped me off at my house on the end of the street. On the outside of my house, everything looks perfect but once I step inside all my energy is drained and my parents are fighting. I put on my blank mask and sulk up the stairs to my lack luster room and immediately try to find a safe place in a dream.
The next day is far from ordinary.
Everyday I wake up and wish I could have slept forever but today is different. Today just felt better as I bounced downstairs for breakfast. Can you turn the coffee on, mom? She didnt mo