(-A/N; Hai guys! New book! Enjoy! All my love~)
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All I could hear was the screeching noise of the annoying alarm. The constant ringing, frustrating my over tired mind to no end. I opened my eye's, the bright light entering through the blinds of my window.
Monday...Oh how I hate you.
It was like this every day of the week, I had to get up-unfortunately, take a shower, get dressed, eat, grab my bag and make it out of the door by 8:30am. I'll never understand why they wanted to me in class so early. By they-I mean my teachers.
Being a college student, you had no choice in the timetable and attendance, you either go, or you don't. Plus, if you miss 3 days of work, they will surely kick you out. In a way, it's a bummer that I had to go, but it was my own fault. Being kicked out of school and all. We'll explain why a little later.
I'm known here as the scrawny, nerdy kid. I don't see why, I do have some muscles, not much but still, some. I'm not a straight A kind of student either, I just like to keep to myself and do my own things. Like read. Oh do NOT get me started on my books. One just simply can't get enough of the glorious back boned slim pages that smell so divine and-I'll stop myself there.
College is good for some things, you do meet some nice people-unless you're like me and hate to socialize. But, even then, they come up to you and BAM new friends. I feel slightly sorry for them, my Russian accent tended to be quite deep most of the time, I sound like I mumble backwards.
After I stretched my limbs and managed to detach myself from the heavens of my duvet cover, I showered, washing the rats nest I called my hair and scrubbing my milk-like, as I've been told, skin. Thankfully, I lived alone. My parents, well, they're not around anymore. Haven't been for quite some time.
I yawned, quickly drying and straightening the brown nest. Then doing the usual, chucking on my not-so-matching clothes and a beanie. I wasn't a flamboyant person, nor was I hidden. I suppose I was normal, well, as normal as one can get with green and grey eye's.
Biting in to the toast, I ran for the door-not forgetting my bag and art supplies. I heard it shut behind me, there was no point in locking the door, where I lived there was hardly any crimes-thankfully. I made a run for the bus, which happened to already be at the bus stop.
Me and buses. We aren't and never will be friends.
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Do you ever get that feeling, that someone's watching you-examining your every move, yet there's no one in sight?
It's beyond unnerving. The lunch room was pact, as usual. So, I did what had to be done and sat outside in the grass. Not that I minded it, it was quite peaceful-even though the itchy burning feeling was surrounding my body.
It wasn't just unnerving. I hated attention, absolutely hated it. The reason being, as sappy as it sounded, it made me nervous, I would twitch every few seconds-which didn't help when eating.
