Mornings and school

Hey,
I'm Maaike. Just another 16 year old, living in the Netherlands.

Right now I should be making my way to the bus-stop, but I ain't. It's one of my most annyoing habits, not being able to get up in time. My bag is still unpacked and I still have to get dressed. Outside it's cloudy and kind of depressing weather. My head and body both told me they rather would have me back in bed, but my mom is screaming I have to hurry or I'll be late for school.
It's just an average monday morning.

I miss the weekend already, I had so much fun. Normally I'm almost every weekend at my volunteers work at the Underground, a local stage where bands play every weekend. This weekend I decided to stay at home and I actually liked it. Besides hanging out with the friends I'm not seeing that much, even though my best friend lives in the same street, it was nice to be able to go drinking and not having to worry about making a fool of myself.

School isn't working out the way I want it too. But I'm intelligent enough to pass if I just put some work in it, something I ain't doing at all. I guess it's not one of my priorities. I could never give myself 100% for school, although sometimes I wish I could. Like my younger brother, he's fifteen and spends almost all his time on school. He also knows everything about politics. Sometimes I just wish I was more like him, less caring about friends, love and the usual teen drama and just not giving a crap about what others think of you. Just being happy with the small things life brings. Just being happy with school.
But I know I'm not like that.

Well, maybe I'll post again when I actually have something interesting to say.

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