I skip out on breakfast and go outside before my brothers. I need to be out in the cool air in order to stay awake. I fell asleep at three in the morning only to wake up three hours later. In short, I'm exhausted. What a way to start the week.
"You didn't eat?" Diego asks, surprising me. I turn around to see him resting against his motorcycle in the driveway. My eyes fall on the helmet under his arm.
"You're taking your motorcycle?" I ask, disregarding his question.
"You didn't answer my question," he answers instead.
"I can say the same about you," I respond as I approach him at a sloth-like pace. I fight off a yawn as I stare at him.
"Well, I think the answer to your question is pretty obvious," he replies as he looks at his bike.
"I had cereal," I reply, not bothering to tell him
