I woke up to my parents fighting. I didn’t even bother to find out what they were fighting about this time. Ever since I can remember, my mom picked fights with my dad…about anything…she just had to be right, constantly. Why would my dad stay with her when she makes him feel like shit? My dads a smart guy and probly knows that if he leaves it would just cause more chaos. It was 5.30…I had a while longer before I had to get up for school. So I turned my stereo up loud enough to drain them out…surprisingly…it worked. Just like all the other mornings. At 7.00 my pop came in to yell in my ear ‘WHAT KINDA CEREAL DO YOU WANT?!?’ I jumped in shock and said some random cereal, to make him go away. I put my glasses on and got outa bed. My mirror showed a 15 year old freak with purple and black hair, ‘too much eye liner’…says my dad, that same guy who tells me to take my lip ring out. NEVER HAPPENING. I put on some jeans and a shirt that didn’t smell too bad. ‘Eh…another boring day in the life of me…good luck’ I said to myself.