Once I was fully awake, I thought out my daily schedule like I do every day.

5:30-6:00 Shower
6:00-6:30 Blowdry/ do hair
6:30-6:40 Makeup
6:40-6:50 Make lunch and eat
6:50- Be on time for train to school

Finally get I out if bed, get ready for a shower, and make sure everything was in its place before getting in. Thoughts soon began to swarm my head about today and its outcome.

"What will they be like today?"
"It doesn't matter what I do so why try?"

Tears began forming around your eyes as I enter.

'No!'

Quickly and swiftly, I push those thoughts down and will deal with them at a later time. Not the healthiest thing I know, but hey it works for me so that's all I can ask for. Warm water soon hits my skin and I clean away the nightmares and thoughts that plagued me through the night and the sweet smell of strawberries takes over as I massage the shampoo through my hair. *Buzz* *Buzz* '6:00 time to get out' Reaching for my towel I quickly got out and wrapped myself in it before the cold could hit my wet skin.

Back in my room, I sat down at the stool in front of my desk. It wasn't anything fancy. Just one of those old computer desks made from a light colored wood. There's a "drawer" which is actually the spot for a keyboard, a CD rack on the right that has my hair ties hanging off of it as well. The spot for the computer is about 2' off the ground and the bottem part is split into 3 sections. 2 box ones on the right and one larger one on the right. My mirror is just an old one from my parents house. They never liked it though. So I said I'd take it and use it as my mirror on the desk. I reached down and got my blow dryer out from under one of the sections and simultaneously knocked down a bunch of nail polish from the section above it. Sighing to myself, I just left them there on the floor.

After finishing up with my hair and getting dressed, I look over myself in the mirror.

"Good enough for me."

Shrugging my shoulders, I walked away to the kitchen, grabbed a banana nut muffin, and walked out the door for my train. The station isn't very far from my house, it's just under a ten minute walk so not too bad. So to pass the time a bit faster, I pop in my headphones and head over to the station.

Welcome back to WAXQ New Yorks home of Classic Rock! And thanks for listening to our long block of rock its 6:50. Coming at you now we have Jensen Ackles and up next, Kansas.

The opening guitar chords of Simple Man flowed through my ears, my hands immediately started moving like I was actually playing. Smoothly moving to each new chord, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be taken away by his voice. (Hey author here, if you'll please play the song at the begining it'll make a lot more sense, thanks!)

Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day

I thought back to life with my parents, even though I was only 7 when I lost them that night, I could still remember every detail of their faces. My mothers smile of when I drew her a picture. How my father would always show me the perfect places to take me a photograph the scenery. His camera was one of the few things I could keep after they died. The mirror being another.

Oh, take your time, don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
You'll find a woman and you'll find love
And don't forget, son, there is someone up above

Swaying with the music, my mind getting lost in the clouds, this was perfect for me. Not having to think, being able to just be. This is what I found perfect. The people brushing past, not caring to look at a girl whose head was clearly not on earth, the city going through its everyday hustle and bustle. This is what life was made for.

And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can

And in this moment, I was. I was being simple. Enjoying my life as I live it and going through the easy things. I think if my parents were here now, they would be proud of me making it this far. My own appartment, (very cheap rent cause the owner likes me and I work 2 jobs all summer) straight A's at a New Yorks very own Midtown High School, (on scholsrship cause I've been the best in class since I was 10) and just living my life.

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied

Looking down, I check the time on my watch. "Shit 6:57 I'm so late!" I start running for the station trying to make it to my train on time. Sprinting through the streets, I made it to my train right as the doors were closing. There were only a few odd llike here and there, but a boy with curly brown standing in the middle just kept on staring. Brushing it off, I listened to the last of the song. Letting it take over once again, I walked to a rail and held on.

And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can

Oh yes, I will

Quietly, I started to laugh to myself, once again lost in thought, "How did I turn a 10 minute walk into so long. Too lost in my own head when I left I guess."

Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied

And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can

As I let the final chords of the song move through my ears, I never noticed the boy with curly still watching me, with a small smile in his face.