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Though it was still dark outside, I knew Mom was awake. I knew it would soon be time. I decided to try and hold on to some more moments of quiet and listen to Joker sighing and snorting on the floor next to me. Joker is my dog. He is a mixture of breeds, has a sausage body and little stick legs. He also has more skin, fur and wrinkles than should be allowed by law. He’s sweet and destructive all at the same time.

Mom popped in. “Time to wake up.” I sighed. It’s not that I don’t like school, I do actually. But the first waking up, the moving and the no more covers is a lot to process on a cold morning.

If nothing else, Mom has prepared me well for a career doing anything that requires an early morning. Maybe a radio personality or a breakfast chef.

She has to catch an early bus and so do I. Therefore, early morning wake up. No complaining here though. My mom and I are close and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I think I follow her hard-working example by making the effort myself. I play the trombone, pretty much the heaviest instrument in the band. Sometimes I’m jealous of the flute players, but Mom tells me it will be worth it. She says that a lot and I believe her. She’s pretty smart.

I do well in my classes, even math because a fashion designer has to be able to add up the numbers and compute the budget for materials and sewing machines and stuff. Certain television shows and fashion magazines have taught me that fashion designers have to be good at all sorts of things. Same goes for being a chef – I might want to be one of those too.

There’s no turning back now, I’m up and awake. Sometimes those things don’t automatically go together. I throw on my favorite skinny jeans, shoes and a sweatshirt. Though someday, I plan on being a famous fashion designer, I like dressing for comfort. After this, it’s a whirlwind of breakfast, pats on the head for Joker and I’m out the door. Another day lies ahead.