I sluggishly move up from my bed, my mind in a foggy mess and a raging headache. I push my hands into my hair, gripping it tight as I groan in discomfort.
Reaching my hands out in the most tired way, I try to put off my alarm that has been ringing for twenty seconds now with it's annoying music.
Feeling irritated in my skin, I move towards the bathroom hurriedly. I pick up my toothbrush while staring at my messy reflection in the mirror.
"I still look horrible even when I'm not on camp." I say to my mirror with a sigh.
Minutes later, I run down the stairs with my phone in hand to meet no one in the house. It's always been like this since my mum entered into the contract with Hill's Enterprise. I wake up on the weekends to see no one in the house, I've gotten used to it even—no mum, no dad, just me.
