I wake up after a ringing sound alarms me to rise from the comforts of my bed. I sit up and look at the clock, I turn off the alarming sound and look at the window. It's 7 am here in New York. Being from Minnesota, It's tough here. I'm used to layering myself in layers of clothes, jackets, coats, cardigans, shirts, jeans. But in here, it also snows, but today is just not the day. It's not the right month.

I sigh as I stand up from my bed and head to my closet. I yawn and stretch my limp arms as I open my ever so messy closet. I look at my clothes and pull out a dress and some oxfords. I take out my denim jacket that was lying on the chair, perfectly ironed and I head to the shower.

After I wash my hair thoroughly and scrub myself. I come out smelling like a daisy and start changing quickly. I check the time and its 7:15; I have only 15 minutes for breakfast. I run outside my room with my brown bag and head to our cramped kitchen. My room has always been destined to be in the first floor of everywhere. Even in our home back in Minnesota, my room was placed in the first floor.

I take out a glass of milk and a whole baguette. I slice the baguette slowly and take two pieces. I leave the baguette out of the refrigerator to prevent anything freezing. I grab some goat cheese from the little pantry and take my seat in the table.

James, my brother who is now currently in college, comes down from the second floor in a polished blue long sleeved polo and long slacks. His shiny shoes clack while he walks on the wooden stairs and he fixes his collar. He takes out the orange juice from the fridge and serves it. I watch him as I take a sip of my milk with two slices of baguette served with goat cheese.

"Cheers for the freshman!" He says, making a clinking sound with his glass of juice to my glass of milk.

We laugh for a bit and start having breakfast together. He shares in with the baguette, only he uses some strawberry jam to add more flavor to it. We dine for a bit and we see our dad in a navy blue shirt and still in his boxers coming out with a newspaper in his right hand and a beer on the other.

We slap his back to wake him up and we just leave for school.

"Bye dad!" Me and James say, waving him goodbye. James then drives me to school. We go through the crowds of teenagers swarming around the school area. We reach the school and James plants a small kiss on my left cheek saying,

"Don't mess with the other girls, Eat in your OWN table, Don't show too much and get a boyfriend SOON and make sure it's not a senior."

I pat his back goodbye and get out of the small car. I wave goodbye and take a gulp, I look around and walk my way towards the entrance. The door to my first step to high school in New York.