The alarm goes off. I open my eyes slightly and see a sliver of light coming through the curtain in my room. The smell of coffee drifts in from the kitchen, strong and familiar.
I sit up: today is my first day of the fourth year of high school. I put my feet on the floor, and as I try to get out of bed, I hear my mother shouting from the hallway:
"Andrea! Andrea, wake up!"
Why is she yelling like that? She knows I have my phone alarm set.
I sigh, already tired at the very start of the morning. Waking up with my family is worse than hearing my phone alarm.
I rest my head back on the pillow and think:
The holidays are over before I even had a chance to accept it.
Finally, I get up, grab my clothes from the wardrobe, and head to the bathroom.
I pass by the mirror and start looking at myself: it's the same face I've known my whole life, yet somehow it seems a little different every time.
For a few years now, I've realized I like both girls and boys. At first, it was difficult, but over time I understood it's just part of who I am.
I run my hand through my red, stiff, slightly messy hair. I love my emerald green eyes. Since I started playing basketball, my body has become more toned, and I've gained a few more centimeters in height: now I'm almost 1.78 meters tall.
I'd say I don't look too bad today either. Maybe… I'll risk getting a little full of myself?
After taking a shower and drying off, I turn to grab my shirt from the cabinet by the shower, but it's not there.
"Where's my shirt?" I mutter.
While I keep looking, I hear light footsteps in the hallway. Maybe it's my dad who forgot his briefcase again. He's just as careless… just like me. As the saying goes: like father, like son! And it's true.
I must have left the shirt in my room. I put on my pants and head out to the hallway.
I need to hurry: he could be here any second.