A Day Of School In The Life Of Miles: Part One

Every morning I get up from bed covered in at least three blankets and an old box fan on my bed. You're probably wondering why I have a fan directly near me on my bed, and the reason is because I've always been a fan of being cold while I'm sleeping, not just a little cold. I'm talking ice cold or even dead cold now. Why? Honestly, I couldn't tell you why. It's just my way of sleeping. Anyways, I get up, I wash up, and I get dressed, but not before looking in the mirror. Every day I just stare at it, stare at me, and every time I feel disgusted. The pimples on my face, the little but noticeable blackheads, the eye bags under my eyes Partially from not sleeping and partially from depression. Everything about me just screams ugly. The Black skin I have, Childhood scars constantly wrapped around my arms. It's just so bleh. I see everyone else with perfect, silky smooth skin, golden locks of hair, and all the friends they could ask for. I just wish I could have a piece of that, even if it was just for a day, but that's just life, and I've accepted who I am. I may not have all of that, but at least I have my family. After looking at the mirror, I hop in my dad's car and go to school. Every day I take at least a whole walk around the school building before classes start. Most people hang out in the cafeteria, but due to a lack of in-person friends, I just walk around, maybe catching a small conversation with a classmate. That's about it.