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"Uuuggghhhhhh" my voice slurred as I groggily pushed my alarm clock over the edge.

I sit up from my bed. Glaring, as the sunrays hit my eyes. Oh, how I despise mornings.

I got out of my bed, while fixing my hair up in a messy bun.

My hair, is probably, my everything.

This baby sat on my head for 3 years! I can't risk losing it.

As expected, my alarm clock was set earlier than usual. So that means I still have time to browse the internet.

Correction: I still have time browsing the internet for porn.

I made my way to my laptop, trying to find some good sites to get me off.

After what seemed like forever, I finally found a good one.

I clicked on it and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

This is taking too long!

"Come on!!! I only have a few minutes till my actual routine" I tried to make the video load faster, but to no avail, it didn't work.

"Uggghhhh why does my internet speed have to be so slow?!" I whined.

I tried to wait a little bit more.

"Argh. Fuck it" I shut down my useless laptop and started on with my day.

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After taking a cold bath, I picked what seemed like the best outfit to wear.

I'm just going for a 'meh, okay', so I wore my classic combo.

Black shirt, black jacket, black denim pants, my black converse, and of course, my satchel.

I walked downstairs, only to be greeted by Cynthia.

Ugh, she's always got that smile on her face, it's annoying.

"Goodmorning Connor, have some breakfast" she spoke as she took a plate and placed some flapjacks on it.

"Meh." I sat down.

My dad's there, ignoring the family by reading the papers.

Oh yeah and Zoe's sitting beside me.

Little miss perfect.

I always felt like everyday's a freak show.

It's the same as every other day.

Cynthia greets me, Larry ignores us, Zoe is bragging, and me, I act like I'm high.

And so I did the same thing today.

"Can I not go to school?" I played with my food. I don't get the point why adults would lock up their children in a room with a bunch of weirdos, repeating the same words over and over again. It's just stupid. I just want to blow this popsicle stand and get highschool over with.

"Why not?" Cynthia asks, still wearing that smile.

"Because I don't want to"

"Oh my God, Connor, you're high aren't you?" Zoe asks, trying to be perfect daughter by being the decent and normal one.

And here comes the fun part:

Being fake.

"Ohhhh yeaaahh totalllyyy" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Connor, is that true?" My mother asked. Dread was written all over her face. I know she probably doesn't want to have a kid who smokes weed and shit, but come on, I can't just give my joints up.

I didn't answer her question.

"Connor Murphy are you actually high? Answer me!" She raised her voice a bit. A tone was starting to form.

Once again, I ignored her.

"He's definately high"

"I am not letting you go to school high, Connor!-" she continued.

"So then I won't go! Thanks mom!" I got what I wanted. At least, at the moment.

I ran to my room, locking myself in there.

And just stared at the wall.

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"I already said, I am not going!" I protested.

I am being forced. To go to school. On a monday morning.

"I'm not letting you miss the first day of your senior year! GET.IN.THE.CAR!" She kept on pushing me.

"MOOMM!! STOP!" I struggled with trying to not get inside our car.

Even with a lot of attempts. I still got inside the car. Which sucked.

It's like I'm going to prison.

As if my house's isn't prison enough.

I scoffed quietly.

The view was like a second. You could only watch it pass by twice.

In the car, everything seemed so fast paced.

It's.. weird.

After a few minutes, we already arrived at school. Zoe met up with her friend. Alana??? Is that her name?

I don't know. And I don't care.

Other people are probably thinking that they should have a good first impression to other students.

I personally, give zero fucks.

I don't give a shit who you are, what you are, or where you are.

You're a person, and I don't like you.

And that's it.

The hallways were crowded, but eventually started to decrease in population.

And just as I was going to be on my own way.

Jared Fuckman decided to show up.

"Heyyy Connor, I like the new hair length, very school shooter chić" the turd chuckled.

I responded with silence

"It... it was a joke" he half smirked

"Oh I know, it was funny. Can't you see that I'm laughing? Am I not laughing hard enough for you?!" I let my anger get the best of me.

"You're.. such a freak" he chuckled after mumbling.

He walked away slowly.

I noticed a guy.

Was he?

Was he laughing at me?!

"Hey! You!" I caught his attention.

"W-what?" He asked.

"Why are you laughing at me-"

"N-no I wasn't laughing at you-"

"Stop fucking laughing at me! You think I'm a freak?! I'm not the freak! You're the fucking freak!" I pushed him through the lockers before storming off, not even bothering to look back.

{ E v a n ' s    P O V }

I winced in pain, as I tried to get up.

What was that for?

I tried to stay calm and not have a panic attack.

My breathing started to get heavy.

Deep breaths Evan, deep deep breaths

I said to myself, trying to calm down.

Dear Evan Hansen,

Today is going to be a great day and here's why:

Because at least today, you are you.

And that's enough.

Sincerely,
Me.

I remembered my letter. It's only been a few hours since I started this day. And look how's it going so far.

Dear Evan Hansen,

Turns out today wasn't so great after all.

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