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Waking up from a dream I am not happy. I suppose you’ll want me to elaborate on why, well, first things first, introductions: My name is Lex, that’s what everyone calls me (or at least what I try to get people to call me) I’m 13 years old and I live in Mexico City. Today is Monday of the first week of school since the you-know-what virus happened and even though the pandemic wasn’t the best period of my life I still I wasn’t looking forward to having to return to school, I don’t really want to go into detail about it I’ll just leave it at that. Anyhow, I was woken up by my phone’s alarm at 5 o’something while my mum was making breakfast, dad was preparing for work and my brother was miraculously staying asleep and not bothering. I showered, ate, and then put my uniform on and headed to my school, which is a private middle school very close to my home which means I’m able to walk there, I’ll spare you the other details about the school since no one wants to hear about that stuff and