It was a normal Monday morning I woke up at seven o’clock. It was cloudy and raining outside my window. And today I didn’t want to go to school. Nobody could say something about it, my father was still a sleep, and probably he was having hangovers, because yesterday he was sitting on the local pub all day drinking beer and watching football with his mates. That is the only thing he does all weekend! Football and beer! That’s his life. My mother isn’t around anymore; she died a couple of years ago. She committed suicide; she couldn’t stand my fathers drinking and behaviour anymore. I actually have been thinking a lot about why she did it. She just could have left him, but that was unfortunately the only way out for her.
When my mother was around I always did my homework and went to school every day. But now I make my homework when I like, and go to school when I like. And today I didn’t want to go to school. Today I just wanted to go downtown and make a little trouble in the street, with my mate’s because that’s the only funny thing to do on a bloody fucking boring Monday. These past months me and my friends have started to do something new, when we don’t want to go to school; painting graffiti on the railroad trains. It was a funny thing to do on a bloody Monday, we could show our artistically gift on the trains.
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