"Get up. Get ready. I'm driving you to school."

I open my eyes and see my mom rushing around my room, grabbing clothes and throwing them at me. 

"I said get up!" she yells.

"Sorry," I murmur and sit up. 

"Hurry. You have five minutes. I have to get to work."

Tears spring to my eyes with the stress placed upon me after I just woke up. I stand and change into a pair of mom jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. I hurry to tie my high-top black converse and throw my hair up quickly. I don't bother with make-up; it's not like I ever wore it anyway. I pray I'll see Olivia. She said she was new here and was going to school, but there was one other school, on the other side of the tracks. Hopefully she's going to mine.

My door swings open and my mom walks in. "Time to go!"

I grab my bag and follow her out the door.