As the alarm bell rung, I cursed at the concept of time itself. Why can’t there be more time to sleep? Maybe it was my fault for staying up watching youtube videos, but then again, why’d school have to start so early? I tore the heavy linens off my body and lifted my perfectly chiseled body off my bed. The sun was barely rising over the horizon as I turned the heavy, metal thing that turns on the water in my shower. I stripped down to my bare skin as I waited for the water to reach the right temperature, not too hot, not too cold. I walked over to my shower speaker and put on Kanye's complete masterworks; I needed only the best motivation to start my terrible, terrible day. The water felt smooth and silky like as I stepped into my steaming hot shower. I grabbed my imported shampoo and massaged my scalp with it. After that came my boutique coconut oil conditioner whose smells hinted at a better place. A place where I could be free and escape the imprisonment of society. A place where no responsibilities had to exist and I could do what I want when I want. I soaped my body up and slathered my face with four different products. When I stepped out of the shower, I walked over to my sink and stared into my reflection’s eyes. They pleaded me to stop, lay down and sleep some more. I knew I shouldn’t. I put product in my hair and oil in my beard. Then, I proceeded to brush my pearly whites. I gracefully walked into my closet and selected only the finest clothing. Designer jeans, tank top, Yeezy shoes, and a snapback to top it off. A light knock on my door let me know that breakfast was ready. Juanita had already gone back to the kitchen by the time I walked out of my room. I sat at my desk where she had left my salmon omelet. It was just OK. I took my green shake with me as I walked towards the garage. John, the chauffeur, was already waiting for me. “Good morning, sir! How are you this fine morning?” he said as he held the door open for me. As I looked at my dad’s collection of cars, I noticed one was gone. “John, where’s the lambo at?” I said. “I believe he took it out last night sir,” John responded, “to the extent of my knowledge, he hasn’t come back.” I frowned and got into the car. As john pulled out of the driveway, I opened a fresh pack of smokes and lit up my morning cig. High School is too hard.