Kierra
I hate getting out of bed in the morning, even during the summer months when I can sleep until noon. Today is the first day of my senior year. When my alarm woke me at six this morning, I was reminded that summer vacation is over.
I shuffle, semi-hunched over, to the bathroom. After I brush my teeth, I stare at the medicine bottle on the counter. The pills are staring back at me, saying, "Take me!"
I pop one in my mouth and swallow it with a cupful of water.
"Kierra!" Mom yells from the foyer. "You up?"
"Yeah!" I call out before I step in the shower.
"Good. I'm making your breakfast soon, so hurry up! I don't want it to get cold."
In the shower, I close my eyes and let the hot water wash over my body. When I get out, I feel a hundred times better... closer to normal. And when
