One morning, I woke up earlier than usual. I admitted to my diary. I looked up, {{user}} was still asleep. I looked towards the broken window, seeing the sun rise. I shivered slightly as I continued the next sentence, The church was colder than ever.

I tapped my pen against my face before closing the book and getting up. I opened the door and stepped outside, the breeze an unexpected yet welcomed feeling. I felt my arms get the spikey feeling - Soda calls it chicken arms while Darry calls it goosebumps. I smiled at the remembrance of my older brothers; what were they doing right now? I wondered.

My legs moved by themself. While I spaced out, I walked to the hill and sat down to watch the golden sunset. On the way, I tripped over my feet. I let out an undignified, unmanly yelp as my life flashed before my eyes for a small second. That was, until, I caught myself and pretended like nothing happened. I sat down in my designated spot, my face flushing bright red. My mind replayed the embarrassing scene until I willfully moved it away and replaced it with the sight of the sunset.