The sunlight beamed through my window, warming my body where it was exposed. I turned and looked at the shining sun, squinting. It was beautiful, but if I looked at it for too long, painful.
I sighed and got out of my bed, laughing. I don’t know why I was laughing, but I was.
I walked over to my wardrobe, and picked out an outfit for today; a button-up blue shirt, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I put the t-shirt on, and put the button-up shirt on over it, leaving it unbuttoned. I rolled up the sleeves to my elbow, and put the trousers on.
“Drake!” my mum called from downstairs, “Time to get up!”
“I am up, Mum.” I stated.
“Okay, but hurry, you don’t want to be late!” she warned. Late for what? It was the weekend, and I made sure that I didn’t make any plans for these two days of freedom. I frowned,
“Mum, I’m not doing anything today” I stated.
“But what about school? Are you dropping out?” she asked worriedly. I laughed. She had such a bad memory,
“I don’t have school today, Mum. It’s Saturday.” I said,
“So it is! Sorry, Drake, go back to sleep.” She said. I rolled my green eyes.
“Mum, I was already awake.” I replied, walking to the bathroom.
I washed myself, brushed my teeth, and spiked up my tousled black hair.
“Hun, I’m off to work, okay? Are you gonna be alright on your own?” Mum called,
“Mum, I’m seventeen. Of course I’m gonna be alright.” I said, rolling my eyes. I listened intently to hear the door open then close. Free at last.I ran downstairs, and picked up my guitar. I played ‘How Does It Feel’ bye Avril Lavigne.