Her

I woke up to the constant blaring of my alarm, damn it's another Monday. I don't really like Mondays but I still had to get up and prepare for school. I took a quick shower and sat down at my dresser to dry my wavy brown waist-length hair, it's starting to become a handful but who wouldn't like long hair. After drying and putting it in a high ponytail, I dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a white hoodie going along with a pair of white sneakers that my mom got me. my heart sunk as I remember my mom, she is the best mom anyone could ask for but she made wrong choices in life one of them being my dad. he left her when she was pregnant and she could barely hold up, she manages to raise me the best way she can but the heartache she felt led her to drugs and now she is admitted into a facility. I ran down to the living room and brew myself some coffee while waiting for my best friend to come to pick me up. Kayla is truly a great friend she was there for me when I met my mom passed out from overdose I don't know what I would have done if she wasn't there. Her horn blaring pulled me out of my tranced. "Good morning Kay; I greeted her as I open her car door and sit. "Did you sleep well my baby; she asked sarcastically. oh, very well momma I replied with the same tone as hers while handing her a cup of coffee.