"Yeah, yeah. Mm-hm.Everybody's got a time in life when hurts and nothing's right. But you walk on, yeah you walk on," My alarm blares.

"Everybody's got a of heart that's been on and torn apart. But you be strong, yeah you walk on," I groan kicking off the blankets

"'Cause I, know, it's hard to have the and, Sometimes, you can't get the day, but, Things keep by like the in the night." I sit as I groan again. I shake my head a little, in attempt to wake myself up more.

"But I know are get better,And I know are be fine.And I know are get better.Life is get better, yeah we're be fine." I stop my alarm and climb out of bed heading over to the dresser.

I rustle through the drawers pulling out a pair of boxers, a black shirt, socks, and black sweatpants. I take off my night clothes, and pulling my other clothes on my body. 

I grab my navy hoodie of my desk chair, thowing that over my head.I grab my phone and headphones off my nightstand and my backpack out of my closet.

I go through my mental checklist,

Clothes-Check- I actually forgot clothes once. In second grade.

Phone-Check

Back Pack-check

Headphones-check

Sketchpad- oh shoot! I forgot, I run into my room, grabbing it off my desk and throwing it into my backpack.

I rush down the stairs where the kitchen is. My step-dad, Allen, and my eight-month-old sister, Lexi are sitting at the table waiting for mom to finish cooking. Allen is feeding Lexi a banana and mom is cooking. 

I go over to Lexi and kiss her head, "Morning, Lex," I nod, "Morning Mom, Dad"

"Morning, Ella," Allen says as I flinch at the sound of my dead name.

"Morning, Millo," Mom corrects Allen, "Though seriously, Morning, Milo,"

I sit down at the table as mom brings over are plates filled with bacon and eggs. I shove my mouth full, just so I can get to Ash's house.

"Are you ready for school?" Allen asks me, innterrupting my chow down.

"Yeah," I mutter, "Just wish more people would call me he not she."

"Just ask," Allen announced in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Honey," Mom whispers to him, "He has anxiety, remember."

After I finish eating, I throw my plate into the sink, rinsing it off before I head over to the door.

"I'm going to Ash's!" I shout to mom.

I pull my shoes on racing out the door to my bike. I start to play my music into my earbuds as I hop onto the bike.

I ride my way over towards Ash's house where her and her aunt live. 

Ash's Mom and Dad died coming home from Jamacia. Their plane crashed into the ocean.

I arrive at Ash's house driving my bike up the rural houses grass. I put my kickstand down, pausing my music and soving my earbuds into my pocket.

"Milo!" Ash greets, running out of her house, Aunt Claire legging behind with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Ash!" I greet back.