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This morning, as usual, Kyle came into my room to wake me up and prepare to drive him to school.

“Carly?”

I rolled over onto my back.

“Carly?”

I peeled my eyes open to see who was asking for my attention.

“Carly, it’s time to get up.”

I moan softly. “What?”

“You have to take me to school.”

I cling to my covers. “No I don’t.”

“What?”

“No I don’t. I don’t have to.”

“Yes you do. I need you to drive me to school. Get up.”

“No I don’t. I don’t have to blog.”

“What?”

“I don’t have to blog about it.”

“Carly. I don’t think you’re–”

“What?”

“You need to get up.”

“No I don’t. I don’t have to blog about it.”

His voice is raising now, “Carly!”

“Huh?”

“I have to go to school.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I’m getting up right now. Relax.”

… … … … … … too much blog?