I woke up on a Monday morning in a small, crowded attic. Nothing I wasn't used to; My uncle's house isn't exactly the brightest place I've been to.
My alarm clock reads 5:32am. Sitting up, I thought about the day to come. First day of school. Hooray.
School has always been bad for me; the first day's always the worst. Having ADHD, sitting in a room for a long hour while a teacher explains the rules of the class wasn't exactly on my 'top favourite things to do' list. The first on that list twas clear: Seeing Saquillia, which was the first thing on the day's plan.
I quickly got out of bed, got dressed and went down the ladder to the kichen. At 5:45 I had packed my lunch, had breakfast and was out the door heading to the garage for my bike.
Biking was my only way of transportation. My uncle was left as my guardian after my parents died of a car crash and normally she was drunk- not that he'd drive me anywhere if he wasn't drunk, I'd be surprized to know that he even knew I existed. Don't know if I'd trust him to take me anywhere anyways. 'Course I can't drive myself, I'm fourteen. So, it's either biking, walking, or staying in my uncle's crowded attic. I choose my bike.
The garage is about as crowded as te house. Naming everything in there would be nearly impossible as there's years and years worth of junk in there. Used to the mess, I grab my bike and leave right away. It's a 15 minute bike ride to the barn, better to get a move on.
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