When you place two mirrors to face each other the result is an endless portal full of portraits of yourself looking to find an end that doesn't exist. You look down to meet eyes as full of disappointment as your own, its you. You are here at the ver...
You exhale the long way, and you look at the clock. You're late for class again the teacher is going to be mad, and you would be sent to the principal's office. Grabbing your toast from the toaster you sprint out the door like an award-winning track star (A/N: she's a runner she's a track star lol out loud XD I thought it was pretty funny).
Your f/c sneaker-clad feet absolutely pummel the road because sidewalks are for losers with no balls. Your f/c f/t pants are soaked in the pouring rain, and the thunder cracks like a whip behind you.
"What's up," you hear a familiar voice screech in greeting. It's Jason Grace! (A/N: *sitcom audience applause* lol XD) "Need a ride?" he inquires while petting his moped affectionately (A/N: god I wish I was that moped), and grasping the headlight firmly. You bite your lip (A/N: god I wish I was that lip too lmao) in contemplation.
"Yes please drive me to school," you take a step closer right into an unsuspecting puddle, and sink right down up to your chin in muddy water. "oof."
"Looks like somebody is a big ol' clutz huh, silly little baka?" he wiggles eyebrows so aggressively you're afraid they are about the take-off into space never to be seen again. You scoff while doing a front-back breaststroke like the Olympic-level swimmer you are. "Anyways get on my big strong 4thf/c moped."
You clamber out of the puddle and slide onto the moped now absolutely coated in mud. You ignore the slick sounds of wet against fake 5thf/c leather. Jason wiggles and then starts his moped up again with a flick of the wrist. Tucking your h/l h/c h/t hair behind your ear you smirk and wrap your hands around his chest. His rough white school uniform crinkles under your wet palms, and you hope to the gods he doesn't mind the closeness.
You ride the short two blocks to the school and lament over your tardiness. Jason saunters past you and gives you a wink and a smile. Blushing over your soiled state you glance longingly at your 16th floor classroom and exhale the long way for the second time this morning. You make a quick, last-second decision to scale the building with nothing but your bare hands like spiderman AKA Peter Parker - I know his secret because he told me behind the gym on Monday, but he's been avoiding me ever since - the boy in my art class (A/N: foreshadowing...... ?lolz).
"Hello down there!" another familiar voice calls from the roof. You glance up just in time to see a rope smack into your dumb, unsuspecting face. "Climb up loser dork dweeb noob."
It's Y/N! The popular girl who is in the same literature club as you.
You firmly grasp the 8thf/c f/rt rope immediately and zoom up with the help of Y/N. She groans at your weight and pants as you finally make it to the top.
"Damn you're kinda heavy," Y/N states as she finally looks you up and down. Her bright orbs widen at the sight of your muddy appearance. "Wow."
"Yeah, I know, you know what they say about mud, adds 5000000000 pounds," (A/N: What even is that number lolz XD I don't even knowz) Y/N giggles and wiggles her perfect curvaceous, voluptuous body hugged by her school uniform notably unmuddy and white. You flush with embarrassment because you realize that you are such a dirty filthy mess comparatively.
"I am sacrificing my perfect grades to save you right now, Y/N," Y/N says whipping around to saunter to the door on the roof leading to the rest of the school. Oh shoot you forgot you're in Professor Snape's classroom today, and he hates your guts. History is also your least good subject... maybe you could get Edward Cullen to tutor you...
(A/N: i'm not sorry for the toothpaste squigglies XD)
"YOU ARE LATE, L/N," you groan and moan waiting for the second part. "TEN POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN, COURTESY OF THE SLYTHERIN QUEEN," You moan and groan some more, and curse that nickname given to you by your betrothed: Draco Lucius Malfoy (A/N: *Thunder* lolz).
You sit in your seat, dragging crusty mud across the floor and squelching as you sit. No one seems to notice though so you exhale the long way and pull out your history notes. They are blank but have little doodles of your art teacher... Glamrock Freddy in just the margins of the loose-leaf.
He is making direct contact with you from across the room... everything is still, your breath caught in the tight confines of your lungs bound tightly like the pages of a new bible. His dark eyes pierce your soul like the nails to Jesus's flesh when he lay upon that wooden crucifix years ago. The ancient air about him pulls your very being towards his desk seemingly drawing you to your knees in prayer like the maiden Mary Magdalene. His coppery hair shimmers in the glaring fluorescents that illuminate your grades in the way that God's holy light illuminates the sinners offering reprieve whereas the lines of the red pen do not. Red... red like the blood running down and through the fleece of the lamb. You are the lamb, so you are the sacrifice, eat plentifully of the fruit born by the tree. Realize you are natural, but naked to the judgment of the world and its Father before you return to dust. Jesus had died and been caught like a fish in a net in purgatory for your sins. But he's no longer trapped. The fog is lifted, and the time has come. Jesus is reborn and stands before you on a government-issued wooden desk with his arms spread wide like the baby bird falling from its nest... his face beautiful, and still, and his name? Edward...
You clumsily walk home in the blazing sun, it's so hot and you're absolutely fatigued. Snape assigned you personally a 2000-word essay due tomorrow about, and still have to have your annual bubble bath, and you still have to watch Drake and Josh with your little bro, y/b/n.
Exhale the long way, just a day in the ordinary life of you, Y/N.
