life is a bitch or how death tore us apart and pulled us together

the first bla bla of quite many blas

It took me some time to get my thoughts back to what I was supposed to do.

School.

Sighing I checked the clock on my I-phone.

Well, I didn't visit the first lesson and I was having no intention to visit the second at all.

Latin. Who needs that crap? I mean - it's not like not learning the language insults anybody. They're dead after all.

But I could not just drop off for one more day. I did that yesterday and the day before and after some days my mum would only get suspicious.

Hell, yes. I was still living with my family in one of this "we are a happy family and life is a dream" - houses.

But life wasn't a dream. It had never been and it will never be. Never.

At least not for me.

What I am talking about? Could you please just shut up and wait until I told the story?

No? Well, I guess you have to.

'Course I won't tell you. Not now.

I wanna make sure you get a look at how I really am before you start pitying me.

So - back to the Monday.

I waited until the bell rang that signaled the end of the second period.

Finally.

What I did in the spare time? No, I didn't drink. I don't do that. Smoking? Yes, all the time. But no alc for me.

You will learn about that later.

Aaargh. Why do you always get me to talk about so much more than I wanted to? The story hasn't even started yet and I already told way to much about me.

Sighing I got up, cleared my throat and grabbed my backpack.

Let's go.

Had I known how this day ended - I would have been running.