“You are my Sunshine,

My only Sunshine.

You make me happy,

When skies are gray.

You’ll never know dear,

How much I love….”

WHACK!

Ok, you might be wondering what just happened. Let me explain. That song is my alarm clock and I just slammed my fist on the snooze button.

Nothing like a cheery song to wake up a pessimistic and as you know now, violent person.

I try to lift my head off my soft pillow, but then I remember the weekend had just ended and it was Monday…groan…and I drop my head back on the pillow.

“KATE! I’m leaving for work now, and it’s nearly 8:30! So get up and get ready for school!”

I hear the loud slam of the door. My mum is a psychiatrist and she has to get to work early because she has extremely needy patients.

Very reluctantly, and I mean VERY. I clamber out of bed and head to my bathroom.

I’m an only child so I get this luxury or is it because mum wanted dad to pay more for his child support?

Like every single school day I perform my ‘waking up’ ritual. Which basically means filling my sink with cold water and dunking my face into it. Works every time.

Five minutes later I was ready for school. Everyone else would at least take 10 minutes, but I’m not like everyone else, Not at all.

Besides, it was only school, who really cared? An image of the cheerleaders and other dumb bimbos appeared in my mind and I shuddered. They must wake up at 6am to get themselves looking like that every day.

I ran downstairs and nearly collide with the blue wall. That’s happened before, trust me, you don’t want to try it.

It takes 20 minutes to get from my house to school and I’m late nearly every day. So I was determined to get to school on time to avoid making up excuses for tardiness.

Opening the fridge, I grab a coke and head to my car, thinking about my school, Rhyden High.

The student population was larger than women shopping at the mall on Saturday. And that was a ridiculous number.

Rhyden High was the typical high school- packed full of jocks, cheerleaders, bimbos and other such popular people, skaters, musicians, punks, Goths, even the occasional hippie environmental ‘make love not war’ and use sacks instead of plastic bags freaks and let’s not forget the geeks.

I didn’t fit in with any of them so I was classified a…well, since hardly anyone knew I existed, I haven’t been classified yet.

I’m still deep in my thoughts when I arrive at school and it took me awhile to figure out where I was.

Yep, that’s what I do most of the time; wonder off into my own world. And not one of those happy, dream worlds. But an extremely depressing pit of paranoia and stuff that nobody cares about.

People are looking at me with signs of confusion, probably wondering why I’ve been sitting in the car for…5 minutes! I hit myself on my head and grab my bag heading to my locker.

Urgh…I hate Mondays.