an online journal of student writing
by Madison C.
That morning I woke up almost hitting
my head, hearing the babies crying
seeing my mom, my brother on the bed
dad on the couch already up.
Get out of my bunk bed heading
out of our small room. Mon
asking me if I want some
orange juice, handing it to me.
The loud click clacking of the dogs
feet. Do, Lucy and Olie.
Hearing the dogs food going into their dishes.
I feel like a Derogisch.