I woke up in the morning because of the birds. Most people, like my mother, would say the birds are singing but I think that they are all trying to kill me in the mornings. One day back in my room, I was awakened by the birds outside and I didn't even hesitate to throw a shoe at them. I mean come on, it was a Saturday and they were freaking screaming at nine o'clock in the morning, but thankfully, the next morning the birds didn't show up. They learned their lesson. Maybe it’s because of my mood that affects my actions and thoughts because one second they sound like they are about to kill me and the next they sound like beautiful angels.
I groaned and placed my pillow over my head. I was feeling moody today. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I was about to get up and throw my shoes at them wh
