You’ve been through this again and again, you leave your trashed out trailer and head for the bus stop. You go to the longest day of people looking down at you and assuming you’re a failure.

Today was the same, the slow sit up in your bed, your phone notifications lighting it up. The house smelling like cigarettes, booze/wine and the pumpkin scented outlet cover. Your mother yells from the couch.

“{{user}}!! Get up now! I can’t believe I have to get you up for school…”