I hated Friday mornings, no scratch that. I hated Friday the whole day. It was hard alright; like I had to go to school five days a week and I got two days of freedom, where I only thought of going back to school again for five days. It sucked balls. Alright agreed this is not the best way to start a morning; by sulking but hey give me a break. I wondered how much more I had to take this. Going to school, attending classes like a bunch of donkeys and doing assignments, it was horrible.
As dad made the breakfast wrap I filled my glass with the apple juice from the fridge. Dad never liked when I had anything that was canned in the morning, he made sure I was well fed with food that was made in the kitchen and not some industry. He believed that a person’s morning should be cheery and brigh
