Two Minutes Late

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Ayden Payton

7:22 AM.

Thursday.

I wake to a text from Vic.

Good morning, it reads.

Good morning yourself, I reply. Ready?

Let's do this.

I smile a small smile. Let's have ourselves a good day, yeah?

Of course, she replies.

7:38 AM.

Breakfast is a lonely thing.

One piece of yesterday's bread roll, a cup of yoghurt (mandated by mother), a glass of orange juice.

I take my time eating; school won't start for an hour. Checking my phone reveals far too many social apps, needless ones for nothing but mindless entertainment. As if they're anything but a lonely, lifeless distraction.

No time like now to improve, I think to ...