I was awoken by the sound of my alarm going off, like every morning. I inhaled the first breath, taking in the musty smell of my sheats. They had not been washed in days. I get up out of bed, and I shut off the alarm. My room comes into focus. Like my bed, my room is messy and grimy. My backpack is unpacked. Dirty close are on the off-white carpet. I walk to the bathroom.
As my sense of sight wakes up, I see myself more clearly in the minor. My brown eyes, like a cockroach's shell. My eyebrows are at a uneven length, for I have a habit of picking on them. This makes the blackheads in them visible. Not that it makes a diffence, I have blackheads all over. Even on the tops of my lips and in my ear. I am a ugly person.
I take a shower, and wash my brown, dirty hair. That wakes me up. I put on some semi-clean closes, and I walk out to go get beckfest.
My house is in chaos, like always. There is pet hair everywhere. I walk into the kitchen, and make the only thing I know how to cook: Cereal. Good thing I like stach.
My mom is already up. She has blond hair, and blue eyes. She is in her late 40's. Her body is tall and thin.
"Hello Victor." She said. I greet her back, and eat.