I sigh as I get up from the bed, my back aching terribly enough for me to think I was as old as an full grown man. My vision blurred, that normally happens if I sleep too rough. I crack my back with A loud Snap, Crackle, and Pop. I do my 'Daily Morning Routine', like brushing teeth, getting on clothes and whatnot, that's what I call it anyways. When I opened my door a fresh smell of bacon and eggs teased my nose, I came downstairs to find my mom cooking, she's a nice woman, really. Even if she does get on my nerves once or twice, that's what all mothers do. Even if now, my life seems happy. It's not. Trust me..

My mom kissed my cheek and told me Good Morning, I did a fake smiled and secretly wiped it off behind her back. She gives me Bacon, Eggs, And a biscuit. I dug in, my mom is a good cook. Or that's just my opinion because I'm such a fat ass, I chuckle to myself. I check my phone and noticed I was almost late for the bus, I stuff my mouth with the last bit of food and grabbed my book bag. Running out the house, quickly running to the bus just in time.

I told the bus driver Good Morning, he's a nice friend. I'm always the first to be picked up by the bus, so I get quiet time before people clog my personal space and interrupt me minding my own. I close my eyes before.... NOPE! Or not.. The noisiest boys are picked up second, besides one person who always looks at me weird, well. Not weird, but just looks. He's a good-looking person, to me. Even if he was skinny, I never really liked muscular, over-confident men who makes the girls fight over him.

He smiled as he walked past, I gave a small smile back. He wore a Purple shirt and jeans with golden bandage wrap that went from his forearm that stopped at his wrists. I thought he looked nice in it. He sat in the back of the bus, he's one of those "Quiet, Small, And Nerdy" kids, I don't mind them like other people do. I look back and two people Is already bullying him for being a bit small, I huff and stood. Walking over to the Bus driver and whispered something to him, the next thing you know it the bus starts going full speed, thank goodness the streets were empty. The two men bullying the Boy almost flew forward, the bus driver came to a hard stop at an stop sign on purpose. I try my hardest not to laugh when the shaken-up bullies hobble to their seats. I quickly went back to mines, I peeked an glance at the Boy who got bullied and he was giggling. I mumbled, "Good deed of the day checked off my bucket list."

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