The Dream Chaser

T W E N T Y T W O: Did you punch a mirror?

T W E N T Y T W O: Did you punch a mirror?

Today was going to suck big time.

Not that I didn't know that, though, because I've always hated the 19th of March, or well, I've hated it ever since three years ago.

But it was a Thursday today, which meant that I had to go to school, no matter how bad the mood was that I was currently in. I really didn't mind about the classes I had this morning, because they kept my mind off things. It was the dance class in the afternoon that I was dreading. I really didn't see how I was ever going to get myself to dance today.

In stead of staying in bed and grumbling all day, I got up and washed my face. I didn't even bother to put on any make up, since it probably wouldn't stay on that long anyway.

After twisting my hair up in a bun, I opened my wardrobe and got a black crop top, black jeans and a light washed denim jacket out of it. When I'd put the clothes on, I stepped in my white Converse and walked outside of the room.

The cafeteria was already packed when I came down, so I hesitated on whether I should go inside or just skip breakfast, since I didn't really feel like socialising today. deciding to just walk in, I pushed the doors open. My friends didn't need to know that something, or more like what, was wrong.

I waited in the line so I could get myself some warm water to make tea, and after pouring it in a cup, I grabbed a tea bag, not even looking at what flavour I picked.

My friends were all laughing at Jason, who had probably done something immature again, when I arrived at the table and sat down next to Brad. "Good morning", He greeted me with a smile.

"Not really no", I grumbled, not looking him in the eyes. I had the feeling that Brad would immediately sense that something's wrong if I did.

He nudged my shoulder with his, "What's wrong?"

I put the tea bag inside my cup and let the water slowly get a brownish colour, "Bad morning, shitty mood", I replied, still not looking at him.

"Well that sucks", He said, "Who am I going to talk do during biology now?"

"Not me", I answered, plastering a smile on my face, which probably looked extremely fake, before looking at him, "I'm really not in the mood to talk, Brad, not today, so it's probably better if you let me be by myself for now, before I say something stupid."

Brad took a button of my jacket between his fingers as he looked at me with worry, "No seriously, Brooke, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, really, nothing", I sighed, "I just didn't sleep too well last night, it's fine."

"Okay then", He said, clearly not believing me, "Just let me know if you want to talk."

"Sure", I looked down at my lap. Of course I wasn't going to talk to him about this.

At least not yet.

While I quietly drank my tea, the rest of my friends just talked during breakfast, but I had no idea about what, seeing as I zoned out most of the time. I did feel Brad's gaze on me a lot though, and I knew that he wanted to know what got me in this mood. Fortunately, he didn't try to talk to me anymore until the bell rang, because I didn't think I would have been able to reply without sounding extremely snappy.

And when the bell finally rang, I was the first one at our table to get up and walk out of the cafeteria.

Yeah, I think my bad mood didn't go unnoticed.

***

I was currently in my second period class, biology, and Mr Young had fallen asleep whilst checking a test we'd made about three weeks ago.