Camille's alarm wakes her up. Ugh. It's 6:45 and time to wake up. The marker of another day.
She rolled out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, still groggy from her less-than-ideal 5½ hours of sleep. Her mom was already awake and in the process cooking some eggs and bacon for breakfast.
- “How did you sleep, honey?” she asked.
- “Meh,” Camille replied.
- “Well, you need to make sure you're getting your eight hours in.”
- “I’m trying mom,” she grumbled.
Desperate to avoid additional conversation with her mother, Camille quickly wolfed down her meal and gathered her belongings for school, making sure to check her phone for the bus’s location so she wouldn’t miss it. “Bye mom!” she yelled as she rushed out the door. The bus was just turning the corner as she ran to the curb.
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