I wake up to the thrum of the heater in the garage.

It’s six forty-five.

I roll out from under my covers as the cold attacks my warm cocoon.

I’m going to be at school in an hour.

Karaoke night at my table in AP Calculus.

Various shenanigans in computer aided drafting.

In art I learn the ways of the pen and brush.

Government brings friendly debates and side-tracked talks.

Lunch is always a fun time as we sit in B Hall

Making jokes and playing games on our phones.

Then off to Chemistry where short lessons are accompanied by banter.

To end the day there’s AP Lang with hefty preparations for a test.

I have a day ahead of me and I don’t know what could happen or what I could learn.

Yet, I can count on my friends to be their to make the day wonderful.

It’s six forty-seven.

I should get ready now.