The Pop Tart fell to the ground, helpless. I got up and with a look of annoyance, picked up the Pop Tart and threw it out. I told myself to be very careful with my remaining Pop Tart. I sat back down in the white chair stool and ate my Pop Tart as quickly as I could, while scrolling through my social medias. I checked my Twitter, as its notifications were going off like crazy. Some of those were useless tweets from some of my internet friends: 

        The sun is extra bright this morning, thanks for being my alarm clock!!!!

         -Abigail (@absthecookie) May 9, 2017 

        WHY DOES MY LIFE SUCKKKKKKKKK 

        -Liberty (@libbssss___) May 9, 2017 

         my mother thought that twitter was a type of bird. like wow. 

         -Noelle (@no.one.elles) May 9, 2017 

           Some of my twitter notifications came from my next door neighbors! They have the best tweets ever, in my opinion. Oh, and they're twins too, how sweet is that! I sometimes wish I had a twin...

           GUYS I JUST WISH I WAS AN ALPACA YOU KNOW?????

           -Daniella (@awesome.daniella) May 9, 2017

           @awesome.daniella YOU ARE AN ALPACA AND I'M UR "side" ALPACA

          -Addie (@woah.its.addie) May 9, 2017 

       Ah, Daniella and Addie are the best. They're my only real life friends that I've got, so I have got to make sure I stay onto them. I'm a pretty shy girl. Out in public, especially at school, I almost never talk. Some people could say that I'm mute and got my tongue chopped off years ago. Last time I checked, I have a tongue. I prefer to stay quiet so people wouldn't judge me, yet I understand that people probably already judge me. I like being known as mysterious, and if that's what people will call me, then so be it. Why do I remain quiet? Well, I can choose to be quiet in public, can I? My only friends are Addie and Daniella, and they are super supportive and they totally accept me for who I am. I can only talk to them and my parents, no one else. The internet is my safe haven, and it's where I met the rest of my friends: that's right, on the internet.  After starting my Instagram account a few years ago, I began talking to people who were my age.  I've stayed friends with those people since then. I then met my other internet friends on other social medias. I kind of felt safer online with my friends than at school with the most judgemental people on the planet. I know what you think: INTERNET FRIENDS ARE PSYCHOPATHS. I get that a lot. The thing is, I BELIEVE that my friends online are real. I've exchanged contact info with a lot of them. That might seem strange, but it's true. 

         I checked the time once more. 6:55 AM. School starts in 10 minutes! My heart started racing like crazy, and I was too busy looking through Twitter that I forgot that I was even late for school! I looked at the leftover crumbs from the Pop Tart on the table, then I stared down at my phone once more. Why does this have to happen to me?, I thought to myself for the upteenth time. I then looked up and my eyes locked on my white Apple earbuds. Instinctively, my hand reached out to my earbuds and I eventually got a tight grasp on them. I sat there once more, completely frozen, as I was pondering in my head on how I was going to get on school on time. My parents both had to leave early from work and I'm certain that they wouldn't like driving all the way back to send me to school, which is where I should have been about 10 minutes ago. I had a few options: Walk to school, ask my neighbors to drive me, or faking being sick. Well, I don't really think faking an illness won't work, and I'm shy, so how in the world am I supposed to go to my neighbors to send me to school? Well, if it was Addie and Daniella's parents, then I wouldn't worry. But, they aren't home. They go to work at the same time Addie and Daniella hop on the bus. My face changed to a disappointed expression as I realized what my only option was: walking. I've never walked to school, and just the thought of it made me shiver and clench my teeth. I guess that's what I gotta do. 

       I sighed exhaustedly. I've had a rough morning, and I had an odd feeling that this day will be the worst. I stood up and picked up my backpack, which had been sprawled on the floor since I started eating breakfast. I looked at the various shoes that were in the mud room, and I decided to wear my Birkenstocks, since I was a) too lazy to tie any shoelaces, and b) I am seriously late for school. I slipped on my birkenstocks and began strolling to the front door. I made sure I still had my phone and my earbuds with me, and they were, grasped in between my right hand. I plugged my earbuds into the headphone jack on the bottom of my iPhone 6 and scrolled through my various playlists, figuring out which playlist I should listen to. Many names of playlists were coming down my screen: 

"stress relievers" playlist,

"Zara Larsson" playlist, 

"songs from 2012" playlist, 

"nature sounds" playlist, which I don't know why, but my mom shared this playlist with me because she thinks it would help me go to sleep at night. It's quite distracting, actually. 

"Sabrina Carpenter" playlist, 

"sad songs" playlist, if I needed a song to match my mood, 

"travelling" playlist, and so on.

       I figured I would listen to my playlist filled with alternative music, as it was the next playlist to pop up. Before long, the big white front door was right in front of me, and before I turned the knob, I put my earbuds on and made sure my volume was turned up loud enough that I could hear it well, but also not too loud until I couldn't hear the incoming cars or other noises outside. My finger lingered on the "Shuffle Play" button for a second, before it pressed down and hit it. Gotta make sure what song is playing before I head out. The music starts playing in my ears, and instinctly I recognized the song: Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At The Disco. I really like this song! I ran into the storm door as I was too busy zoning out to the first 5 seconds of the song. Whoops. I pushed the storm door knob (maybe a little too hard), and there I was, the bright, beaming sun shining down on my dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. The sky was crystal clear and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. A blue Volkswagen Beetle drove by my street as I walked to the sidewalk, and I managed to surpress a smile and a wave at the same time, which I normally don't do. This is going to be a great day, I said to myself with my big smile still plastered on my face.