Stepping out of my pajamas and into my clothes, I slid my foot across the floor, making sure I wasn't going to step on something. I soon as I was sure, I slid on my old tattered jeans, and my favorite old pink sweatshirt with purple flowers on it. I then quietly got ready for the day. The neighbors hated being woken up early.

"MARLA, WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yelled a voice, as I jumped high in the air.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???????" I screamed back at him.

" I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!!!!!!!!!! NOW THE ROBINSONS  WILL HATE US EVEN MORE!" I yelled, furious.

" Well you never wake up on time..." my dad trailed off as a symphony of yells started off and I lost it and SCREAMED my head off.

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*30 minutes later*

I trekked through the grassy back alley on my way to school. I was still shaking with fury, and it preoccupied my mind so much that I stepped right into a bush. 

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, as I stroked the now barren bush, wispy and deprived of it's leaves. I wrapped my coat tighter around myself, as the bone-rattling wind rattled past me. It was November, and all of the bushes were starting to loose their leaves.

I tiptoed through the tidy bushes of the school lawn, hesitating before walking in. What would they say today?