For the last two years of my life, I thought my name was "you're late". It was the first thing everyone seemed to say to me. If I've heard it once, I've heard it a hundred times in my 16 years of life. I understand that this is very disrespectful, but I do it honestly. My father's family is always late. I spend my life waiting for one of them to arrive. I guess when you're raised in that atmosphere; It must rub off on you. This drives my mother crazy. Well, it is in this wonderful family trait that my story takes its roots. It's a saying my dad says before starting a story, he always tells you it's the "roots" or where the story begins. So, like I said, I was born into a family that didn't seem to own a clock. For me, it's my tardiness that seems to cause me the most problems at school. When I started high school, my mother had to take me across the country to my school. The only way to get there was through two other schools, and you never knew how bad the traffic was going to be. We had to drop my brother off at his school first, then go to mine. Halfway through the school year, my brother's school changed its deposit policy. Students could not be dropped off more than 25 minutes before the first bell. We would drop my brother off and rush through traffic desperately trying to make it on time for me to get to class. To say the least, I was often late. This is my version of the situation; my mother would say something different. The part about the school time changing is completely accurate, but the part about me not getting up on time and falling asleep in the shower was somehow left out. side. If we left on time, I would have a full five minutes to walk to class, but I would still wait until the middle of the paper......my brother and I would take the dog out. I jumped in the shower and quickly washed off. I ran to my room to get dressed and took a quick glance at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed and even changed my shirt twice because I could. I came down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But I was alone. My heart started racing. In my haste to get ready, I didn't notice that my mother and brother weren't up. “Oh no,” I thought. I rushed to my mother's room and shouted, "Get up, get up!, you have to hurry or I'll be late for school." My mother looked at me and said, "Why are you in such a hurry today when I normally can't get you to open your eyes at this time?" I shouted, “Hurry up, otherwise I will be late and suspended.” » My mother just smiled and pulled the covers over her head. As she did this, I could hear her say, "Trace, it's Saturday.”