The Daily Routine

I get up every morning out of bed. Open up the curtains to see the day ahead. Seeing that the sun is up high and bright, I slip out of bed and prepare for the daily fight. The struggle continues to get ready for school, to get my backpack ready is the right thing to do. I walk to my class and see all of my friends. The smiles and laughs follow me until the end. The last bell has rung and my goodbyes I have said, until tomorrow I say to my teachers and all of my friends.

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