I wake up, thanks to my alarm screaming. Grabbing my phone with a hard force, I accidentally pull the charger out of the power outlet. I press on snooze and look at the time. 6:02 a.m, I sigh, "a few more minutes." I turn around and face my white wall. I frown.

"Never mind. No use in sleeping more as I'm already awake," I mumble and pull myself out of my warm bed. I am not a morning person, and to function properly, I need at least two cups of coffee. Or else I'm just like a grumpy person that doesn't speak. Well, when they are days like today, I can go well without coffee. But I still need it.

I walk to my desk and open my schedule. Everything is blurry. I grunt and walk back to my bed. "Why did I even think I could see anything without them?" Shaking my head, I open my nightstand and look in it. "There ya are." I grab my glasses case and pull it open, revealing my black glasses.

I put them on and let my eyes adjust to the sight. I throw the case on my bed and return to my desk once again. I look at my schedule. "Trip talk." My eyes widen and I shriek. The day we have all been waiting for is finally here.

All the teachers have finally decided as to where my class will be going as 'our last trip' before we graduate. It's about time actually, since I was beginning to worry we wouldn't go anywhere.

I make a small happy dance in the middle of the room. "They better have chosen a good place," I say out of nowhere. "I am so ready for today!"

I walk to my closet and open the doors. Grabbing some black jeans and a black hoodie.

Black is more my color to wear, but I do have a lot of clothes that are not black. Today I'm just going comfortable. I smile and throw my clothes on my bed. And walk back to my desk. I grab my English and history book, just in case we are going to need them.

However, I'm pretty sure we're only going to talk about the trip. But you never know. I prefer being safe rather than sorry.

My black with pink Eastpak backpack lies on the ground next to my bed. I pull it from the floor, groaning when I realize that the three compartments of my backpack are still full of books and notebooks. I open them with the zippers and lay everything out on my desk.

Books with books, notebooks with notebooks. Neat and organized.

Smiling, I put the two books with the belonging notebooks in my backpack and put it on the ground, next to my desk leg. I scan everything. "What am I missing?" 

I go over my mental list once again. "Books, notebooks..." Narrowing my eyes, I think.

I turn around, mentally giving myself a slap on the head, "well, of course, you idiot! You can't come any further without a pencil case!" I utter out loud. "But where did I left it?" My pencil case has many colors on it, a lot of those colors are neon, so it isn't that hard to miss. But now, I can't find it.

Defeated, I let out a sigh and drop on my desk chair. "I suppose, asking for pencils and pens is going to be my thing today," I puff and stand up again.

"Today is not the day to feel anything, but happiness and excitement!" I declare to myself and walk to my bed. "Time to get ready," I say with a smile plastered on my face as I pick up my clothes and walk to my door.

I pull the door open and glance in the dark for a moment. "They must still be asleep," I tip-toe my way through the hallway that leads to the green-white stairs. It is silent.

I take a few steps down the staircase but then stop for a second. The stair cracked. If they weren't awake, they for sure are now. I shrug off the thought and keep walking down till my feet hit the cold stone floor.

Goosebumps start to cover my arms. Me and cold don't really go well together. I prefer it warm, but then again, also not too warm. I'm a difficult girl.

I walk into the living room and see much to my surprise, my mom sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in her hands as she is watching the news on the TV. "Good morning, mom," I smile at her and lock my gaze at the cup coffee.

I hear her saying good morning to me, but I am already sprinting out of the living room. Laying my clothes on the laundry machine, before I walk into the kitchen. I open the cupboard and look for a good cup where I can put in lots of coffee. I find my big cup at the end of the cupboard.

Smiling, I put it on the kitchen worktop and pull out the coffee pot of the coffee machine. I put the cap to the left so that now the opening is open. The coffee falls down, out of the pot, into my mug. The steam of the hot coffee smashing my face, the scent hitting my nose.

Delicious!

I take the coffee mug with me to the living room and sit down on the sofa. Taking a side way glimpse to the clock on the wall as I'm taking a sip. 6:20 a.m.

I have more than enough time left to get dressed since college is only 15 minutes away. With the car, that is. I never tried to go to college with my bike, or even walk to college. I don't even know why not, probably because it's a very long ride.

My eyes are locked on the TV, but I'm lost in thoughts. Innocently taking sips from my now lukewarm coffee. The clock making ticking sounds.

I take two more sips before standing up, "I'm going to get dressed, so the bathroom will be occupied," I say, giving my mom a small smile, and then walk out of the living room.

My clothes are still lying on the laundry machine, exactly where I left them. I give a small sigh and pick my clothes up. Getting dressed isn't really that hard. I mean, even a five-year-old can dress. It is just that, after I'm done dressing up, my hair always looks like it has exploded. And then I have to comb my way through the jungle. It always takes up a lot of time. But today, I'll just put my hair in an easy bun. My favorite style to go with.

I close the door of the bathroom and make sure to lock it. Putting my clothes on one of the drawers, I give myself a small glance in the mirror and make my way to the toilet.

I do my usual business and flush the toilet.

"Let's get to work." I walk to the sink and open the tap, cold water comes out. Letting it stream for a few seconds, I grab the hand soap. I put my hands under the water and bring the soap around my hands.

The soap slips out of my hand and ends up lying in the sink. Getting even more possibly soapy. I close the tab. The soap is still in the sink, circled with tiny bubbles that came from the soap.

I pull the soap out of the sink and place it back on the edge of the sink, where I got it from.

I look in the mirror. I can see myself clear as day, and bad thoughts begin to form in my head once again this week. I take a closer look at my face. I shouldn't have stayed up till late. Little walls are circled under my eyes. I sigh and look down at my arms. If you look very closely, you can see my scars. I grimace. I wish I could take that time back and turn the ways all up. But we all know that it's never going to happen. I am being ridiculous right now. "Time to get your shit together, Diana O'Shea."

I return my eyes to the mirror and put on a smile. Shaking each and every bad thought in my head away.

It is time I should get dressed. I walk away from the sink and grab my jeans from the drawer. Pulling it up perfectly, only to be having some troubles at the holes where my feet are supposed to go through. I bend down to the ends of my jeans and get them over my feet.

I pull my jeans up once again. This time successfully, as they fit around my hips. I close the button and zip up the zipper.

I get my hoodie and pull it over my head. I pull the sleeves well and put my glasses straight again. "I have to clean them later," I say to myself.

I pull open the drawer and get my brush out. "Let's go to the jungle!"

I get the brush through my hair in a fast tempo. But it stays stuck at the back. "Great." I pull at the brush, and only at the second time did I get the brush loose.

Deciding it is brushed more than enough, I lay the brush back on the drawer and get the hair elastic from my wrist. I collect all my hair together and hold it in one hand, as I pull the hair elastic around the hair so that it's now in a ponytail.

I bend over and put my ponytail forward. I grab my hair that is hanging loose and wrap it around the hair elastic. I get my second hair elastic from my wrist and put it around the bun.

I stand up straight again and make sure that the bun is tight. Letting out a small sigh, I open a drawer and pull out my toothbrush with toothpaste. I put some of the toothpaste on my brush, and then open the tab. Water falls down on my toothbrush, taking away some loose paste down into the sink.

I bring the toothbrush to my mouth and begin to brush my teeth.

Top left, bottom left. Top right, bottom right, and my front teeth. I usually take two or fewer minutes to brush my teeth in the morning. I spit out the remaining toothpaste and rinse my brush under the running water.

I close the tap and put the brush back into the plastic holder in the drawer. I make sure that the edges of my mouth have no toothpaste on it before walking to the bathroom door. Unlocking it, I put my hand at the handle and pull the doorknob down.

The door opens and I step out after I have turned off the light. Walking towards the living room to see what time it is, I notice that my sister and brother are also awake. "Good morning!" I say with a big smile, but all I get in return are grunts.

They probably can't deal with my happiness. Must've come from the coffee.

I shake my head and walk into the living room, my coffee mug still standing on the table. Grabbing it, I take a sip, making a face doing so. Drinking cold coffee is gross!

I sigh and look at the clock. 6:58 a.m. Just in time done.

I walk to the kitchen and throw away the cold coffee into the sink. "Nobody is going to drink that anyways," I mumble and put the mug on the kitchen worktop.

"Next thing to do are putting on shoes, hopefully they are still lying at the same place I left them yesterday," and surprisingly, they were. I get them from the ground and put the not so white Nike sneakers on.

"Mom!" I yell while putting on my jacket, "I'm going to school now." I sprint up the stairs and go to my room. I open the door and walk with big steps to my desk, picking up my backpack and throwing it over my shoulder.

I walk out of the room, once again making my way towards the stairs. Keys is what I'm needing now.

Looking up at the keys holder, I don't see my car keys anywhere. I sigh and walk to the diner table. "Undoubtedly, they'll be lying here," I say to myself and look around the table. I pick up a piece of paper and find my car keys lying there.

Smiling, I pick them up. "Now I'm going, goodbye mom!" I say and stride to the front door. Opening the door, I hear my mom yell a goodbye to me back. Still smiling, I step out of the house. Making my way to my midnight blue Volkswagen T-Roc. I get my car off the lock and open the car door. I take the backpack off my back before I get in, putting the backpack on the floor of the passenger seat. Pulling the door close and putting the car key into the ignition lock, turning it to behind. Letting the engine roar to life.

Let's go to college!