I wake up. It's still dawn outside and my parents and brothers are obviously sleeping. But I can't anymore, so I get up. School won't start until 7, so I dress up and go downstairs at our bakery. Since I was very little, I liked examining the bread and the cakes. Their color, their taste were some things about life that impressed me. Now at the age of 5 I am making them, frosting them and selling them. My friends all these years have been my creations made from dough and water.
"You've grown so much!", my family said yesterday when we were all in the living room. Yes, I have. Today it's the first day of school and I have to say I won't like it there. I was always good on making people to like me, but school's different. I won't have any chance of making real friends. I even know from now that I will definitely get bullied.
I made two cupcakes and went upstairs where my two older brothers were fighting over a shirt, normal stuff. I dressed up with a simple shirt and pants that my mother had left for me. They didn't fit me. They were Mick's. But despite that, I went to my parents' room and woke my father so he could take me to school. My worst nightmare.