Intertwining Stories

Chapter 2

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm going off. What a wondeful way to wake up everyday of the week. It was 6am. I stayed in my bed for a few more minutes, wondering why school couldn't start later, it would arrange everyone. Then I decided it was time to get up, so I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms. I opened the curtains to let a few shy rays of sun illuminate my bedroom. I chose my outfit for the day and the next day, nothing fancy, just a plain white shirt with a high-waisted jean. I put my make-up on and made sure my hair didn't look like something exploded in it. I checked if everything was done, my bed was made, my room was not a mess, my backpack was complete. Once every thing was checked off of my morning to-do list I went to eat breakfast which consisted of a bowl of cereal with some multi-vitamins juice. My dad asked me if I slept well.

"Are you ready for that test, Champ ?
- We will see about that, that's a surprise, I said, devoided of the slightest shred of hope.
- Even if you were to fail, that is not the end of the world. Just be careful not to let it become a habit, or you will have to take some extra classes. You know how your and your sisters' educations matter to your mom and I.
- Yes dad, I know.
- Oh, and I can bring you to the bus stop today, I am starting early today !
- Great, I'll get ready then, I wouldn't want you to arrive late at the office because of me !"

So I got ready, I went to the toilet, brushed my teeth and finally put my shoes on and a light jacket since it was not that cold today but it was not warm either. I hopped in the car, where my dad was waiting for me. He started the engine and a few seconds later, we were on the road and few more later he was dropping me off at my bus stop where a few other students where already waiting for our bus to fetch us.

Since my dad brought me, I was a little early, so I pulled my earphones out and chose a song from my endless playlist. Next thing I knew, Sweater Weather was playing at full blast in my ears.

A few minutes later, the bus arrived and the others students went in the bus, I was the last one to enter. I was lucky enough to find a seat without anyone sitting on the seat next to it. So I basically threw my backpack on the seat and sat. Charlotte and Tom were not in the same bus as me, even though we lived close, they had another stop, that was the reason why I was sitting alone most of the time, unless I really didn't have a choice. I took out my mathematics binder and searched for my lesson. It was pretty much my last chance at trying to memorize as much informations as possible to fail the less possible. Deep down, I knew it was a lost cause, but a girl can dream, right ? I had a 20 minutes bus ride, might as well do something productive in the time being.

Unfortunately, those 20 minutes were useless and I learned nothing. I climbed up the three floors to eventually arrive to the forum* of our high school where I found my friends, who arrived before me. We found some comfortable seats aroud a table and talked about how much of a failure our test was going to be. We were lucky enough to be in the same class.

The bell rang, interrupting our conversation. We finished our sentence, picked our bags that we placed next to our seats and got up to head to our class. We had an hour before the test. We had History, which was great since our teacher was literally the best there is. Everyone loved him, he was so passionate about what he taught us, he would crack jokes here and there and, even though they were not funny most of the times, we still all laughed, sometimes we would find ourselves drifting away from the subject to something totally different without even noticing. He made us want to learn, unlike most of our other teachers.

We all joined our places. Tom was sitting next to me and Charlotte was next to her crush, Adam. Both me and Tom did not like him very much but we still supported Charlotte. Adam never did anything wrong to us, it was just some sort of impression we had. We just could not explain it.