Another useless day, another useless breath. It's just a bland, colorless Tuesday in November such like any other. I could swear I've lived through this day already, like every day prior this week. I'm sick of it.
It's a sad little routine by now. I can already predict it: my bus will arrive at my house late. This in turn, will cause me to be late for my first period class, earning me yet another detention I can't avoid because my mother doesnt care enough to drive me to school, or at least let me drive myself.
After first period, about four or five people will nag me for the answers to yesterday's math homework. I guess I should stop there. At least something will be different; I was so tired last night I never got around to it, so they're on their own. Either way, afterward I'll be pretty much ignored up until lunch period, where I'll have to sit with the clueless idi