Don't own Twilight...of course.
I wasn't bored of life. It was more like, life was bored with me.
I found myself doing the same things over and over again. I knew what would happen before it actually happen.
For example, my alarm clock will ring in about five seconds. 1,2,3,4,5.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I quickly turned it off. Getting out of bed, I went and took a shower and got ready for school.
I had been living on my own for a year now. It was September and that meant a brand new college year. I had thought that after I graduated high school that my life would change. I was wrong.
Twenty minutes later, I checked myself in the mirror of my bathroom. Satisfied with my gray slacks and black shirt, I left my room and went to the kitchen.
This was my life. I counted every second, every minute, every hour. Basically, I did a lot of counting.
I made my usual breakfast, boiled eggs with waffles. It was entertaining watching the eggs bounce in the boiling hot water.
Ten minutes later, I was done with breakfast and headed to school.
I mainly walked to school, when the weather was nice, but when it wasn't I took my red truck. My dad, Charlie, had given it to me when I moved in with him and to his surprise I loved it.
When I got to my class, I sat in the back and waiting for the class to start.
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Once I got back to my apartment, I changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a white v-neck shirt. I made dinner and sat in my kitchen table reading the newspaper. This was basically my life.
The same things repeating over and over. Sure, I made changes along the way, but somehow it just came back to being repetitive.
My life was pathetic.
After I was done with my dinner, I washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, turned off the lights and went back to my room.
Once I was settled in my bed, I went to sleep and mentally prepare myself for the next day.