You wake up. Realizing it's time to go to school. You wonder why you wake up earlier on weekends. Well, i mean, its a weekend so. You get up. You get ready, you grab your phone.

    You remember your friends. About how much they've given you and how much they care about you. "Do I care about them?" You ask yourself. "Do I genuinely care about them?" You've asked yourself this question for months now.

    You get on the bus. As you're getting on, you see someone with their hoodie on, with a tired expression. You continue to listen to music on your headphones.

   They throw up on the bus later.

   You want to help them, but you decide not to. You continue to listen to the music your father gave you recently.

   You start thinking about your future. Are you gonna get the career you've always dreamed of? Or will you get something else. Something worse. Commiting crimes. You keep having thoughts of being a criminal. It scares you.
   
    Will you even make it to college? Will you get degrees?

    You think about how short the stories you make on here are. You wish they were longer.    

You continue listening to music.