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Real Life Adventures:
Act: 4

Mornings are so hectic for me, especially on school days.

First, I have to wake up. That is one of the worst things in my life. My bed is a King. Did you hear that! A KING! Think marshmallow. I lay down, and the bed surrounds me on all sides. Hmm! That's comfort.

So the alarm rings.

Ring...Ring...Ring...(In Bart's voice) "Wake up butthead!"

Somehow, and don't ask me how, I got out.

COLD!

My floor doesn't have a carpet, and it's Winter! Brrr... I hop over to my dresser and pull on a pair of socks. Much better. Next is my robe, and then my Bugs Bunny slippers. Time for a shower.

My bathroom is shared with my brother. His half is the toilet, and mine the shower. It works how, trust me.

"Mathew! Where's my toothpaste!?"

All I get is loud punk rock. The NERV!

Marching out of my room is my only way out. If I don't, my mom will try to put me back in, and my dad will tell me to go back to sleep. The description of my family is simple. I'm the ONLY normal one.

"Mathew!" Why does he have to play that insane music. I always have to pound on his door. Usually I hate doing it. His door is right next to the top of the stairs, but I must have my toothpaste.

"Mathew! I NEED MY TOOTHPASTE!"

"ALL RIGHT ALREADY! GIVE HER THE TOOTHPASTE!"

"SURE DUDE!"

And guess who opens the door? HIM! The guy I've liked since second grade. AH! And down I fall, hip hop, down the stairs.

Well, thank you for reading Real Life Adventures.
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