the taste of morning spreads across my tongue as i lift my heavy eyes and light floods my brain.
But it's not morning. It's 6:30pm and i have been asleep for what feels like a lifetime.
The memories of earlier in the day rush back to my still-foggy mind. I know that i need to get up, so i do.
"whats for dinner?" Dad's voice booms.
i groan and grunt, implying that i'd much rather have nothing than go out. But we're in New York, and having nothing isn't an option....

Anger. It washes over me, soaking me in fear and drenching me in knowledge of my ultimate failure. The small plastic bags hangs slightly open. I hear the door to the garage open, and then fall shut again. The footsteps slowly and lazily make their way towards me.
"what are you doing?" the voice asks. For a second, I wonder. What AM i doing?! But my head realizes that I'm acting insane... My mind tranced in its own maze of fear and adrenaline.
I look up. "nothing."...