My mom bangs on the door, get up she says. She bangs once more, it's time for school? I throw my quilt blanket over my pimple-prune face, Ugh? I yawn just a little, throw my feet on the floor; I attempt to walk, to the bathroom door. Back and forth, round and round, my green Crest toothbrush foams up my mouth. I gargle a little, wash my pallid face, I didn't eat, my breakfast today.Back Home 10-8-03 Ashley Lauer
