I dream of Umma, and all the thing we used to do. When my alarm goes off I groan, but roll out of bed rather quickly. I try to make a point of not letting myself stay in bed. I pick out a pair of white skinny jeans and a baggy shirt with a skull. I forgot to put my pajama's on yesterday. I go an admire myself in the mirror. Dang, I have a nice . I cover the bruise and  do the eyeliner like I practiced yesterday, but almost twice at quick. 

I slowly stroll to the car. The cars black paint job has no scratches or not even dirt. I smile and slip in the vanilla smelling car. My drive to school is short and boring. I park in the teachers lot, but they won't say anything. I shut the door to my car with a deep breath. You can do it, Key, be yourself.