Today is going to be an awful day.

I'm not psychic or anything, but I just immediately know as soon as my alarm goes off that today is not going to be in my top 100 days of being alive. It's too early. I can't handle anything this early in the morning, especially socializing.

And it's Tuesday. Tuesday is by far the worst day of the week. At least on Mondays people acknowledge that everyone is miserable. But on Tuesdays everyone suffers in silence.

I creep on my tiptoes to the bathroom trying to ignore the feeling of the cold floor stinging my bare feet. I want to cry again as soon as I see the bathroom door is closed.

"Avery," I bang on the door. "Are you almost done?"

"No."

I sigh at her blatant answer.

"Well, when are you going to be done?"

"I don't know, eventually," I can practically see her rolling her eyes at me.

I sigh again. I love my sister, really, but her bathroom schedule is never concerned about my desperation to pee.

She's probably getting revenge for last night. I admit, I was in the shower for an excessive amount of time, but it wasn't like I was doing it on purpose! I spent a few hours finishing up one of my many half-done canvases. I got a little too into it. My hands and arms were covered in layers of acrylic paint in seemingly every color and tint known to man. I had to scrub with my nails and soap until my skin was bright red and my hands were cramping.

In anticipation of Avery holding the bathroom hostage for a few more minutes, I decide to hold my pee. I go back to my room and pick out some clothes to suit my sullen mood. Comfy sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt. I threw on one of my dad's old shirts from a concert he went to at college, or as he puts it, his "glory days." It doesn't fit him anymore so he lets me wear it. He was a bit of a muscle-less stick in college, so it's a perfect fit on my equally twig-like physique.

I shove some breakfast down my throat and rush to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Once I'm out of my PJs and my bladder is finally relieved, I grab my keys and yell up the stairs at my sister.

"Come on Avery! You're gonna make me late!"

"Coming, coming, sorry," she comes rushing down the stairs while ripping a brush through her curly hair.

I grab my keys and open the door.

"You look great, kid," I tousle her hair and she playfully glares at me.

"Thanks, Grandpa," she teases and I stick my tongue out at her. "Do you like the top with these pants? Because I wasn't sure if they really look good together... I could change into that black top... you know, the one with the..." she waves her hands around in a seemingly random motion, "design?"

My eyebrows scrunch together, "I think what you have on is perfect Ave. And if anyone gives you trouble, you know what to do."

"Yeah." She grins, "say how I don't give a damn about their opinion and then punch them right in the-"

"Avery!" I shake my head and laugh at the excitement in her eyes.

"Ok, I won't punch anyone... maybe a little slap?"

"Better." We sit in silence for a few minutes before I pull up to the middle school. She hops out of the car and only looks back for me to toss her her lunchbox.

"Bye Ben!" She messily catches it, but doesn't let it fall.

"Go get 'em Aves."

And I pull away from the middle school with a fading smile and a full heart. 

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