I dragged myself out of bed, regretting staying up so late last night. I pulled on my favorite mini skirt, a brown tank, and my dad's blue button up. His shirt hung down to my knees. A little strange, I know, but that's exactly how I felt. A little strange. I slipped on my french blue flats and hopped down the stairs, going two at a time. I walked into the kitchen to be greeted by a barely noticeable snort that came from my younger sister's direction and a small shush from my mom. I grabbed the Frosted Flakes, a bowl, some milk, a spoon and sat down, knowing that my mom and sister were staring at me. And I'd thought I looked cute. I finished quickly, scrubbed my teeth, and headed out the door, towards the bus. Just before I arrived, it drove away and left me standing in the morning chill, scared to tell my mother I'd missed it. She would flip.