Karen
It was 7 a.m. Tuesday morning. I, once again, woke up depressed. The smells of waffles and bacons wafted up from the kitchen downstairs.
"Karen breakfast!" my mom called.
I rolled over and looked at my alarm, clock the digitial bright red numbers announcing it was 7.
What the hell happened last night, I wondered.
I realised I had to be at school in an hour and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I stood up.
"I can't I have to be at school in an hour," I called.
"What?" Mom asked.
"She doesn't have time," I heard my stepdad tell her.
"Oh."
"I don't have time," I called.
I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, to get away from my stepdad.
"It's important for you to have breakfast," Mom called.
"I'll get something on the way."
"Well.......ok."
Which I knew she didn't approve of.