You never liked home. It never felt right, and with the people in it you're pretty sure you'll never enjoy it. Well there's your mom, yelling at you from downstairs.
"Honey bunny, time for lunch!" It's not even lunch! It's only like 6 in the morning. Yet of course, she's drunk, again. Everything is still hazy from the mornings rest. You flick an eye booger from in your eye crevice. Perfect! You can see. You quickly get changed and run into the bathroom. Your mom yells at you to go down. You can either take a five minute shower or brush your teeth.