Abditory [H.S]

3

Luella Jones

It's Monday.

I don’t want to get out of bed.

And I already have a really bad headache from sleeping at 4am yesterday.

I stay in bed for a few minutes, weighing between my options of if I don't go today, what will happen to my future.

I always set my alarm earlier than usual, because I always need to remain in my bed for the next ten minutes, just staring at the ceiling, thinking about how my life only consists of me studying, crying and Netflix.

I just want something interesting in my life to happen for once.

I sigh as I force myself out of my bed, putting on my slippers before I move like a sloth to the bathroom.

I finish all my necessities, putting on my silver shaped rings, and a silver heart shaped necklace with a black choker having a silver small butterfly hanging from it.

I brush my hair a bit, putting some oil to calm my waves down. Leaving it hanging on my shoulders.

I check my fit for the last time, looking down at my light jeans and black sweater in the mirror across my room.

I mean, it's school. I don't have to dress so fancy to it, and plus the sweater is very comfy.

I grab my phone from its charger, checking for the time, making it 7:30am.

I go out of my room and see my younger sister getting out of her own, waving slightly at me with a tired "good morning." I say good morning back and head to the kitchen walking down the stairs.

I grab a red apple and a water bottle, putting them in my bag before getting out of the house to walk towards school.

My younger siblings' school is far from mine, making them wait till my mom finishes up to drive them there.

I walk close to the sidewalk, keeping to my self as much as I can.

Fiona's dad drives her to school early from day to day, today being Monday, meaning she probably got a ride.

It's not like my dad doesn't drive me either, he does on occasions sometimes, but other times I just walk. In fact, I enjoy the hike, so I don't mind a 10 minute walk from and to school everyday. It helps me clear my thoughts and just workout at the same time.

After all, I'm definitely not your type of skinny white girl, I do have a stomach, and some big ass thighs, but I find my thighs sexy, while my stomach, a big fat no.

I lift my head to look at the sky, the clouds making different shapes and forms in it, the birds chirping as I walk.

I notice a white jeep moving past me slowly, making me turn my head to look at a curly headed boy driving with sun glasses on, their elbow rested on the window with a phone in their hand on their ear, while the other is on the wheel, their face straight on the road as it allows me to take a good look of that sharp jawline.

Wow.

I've seen hot boys before, but damn this boy just looks like they came from an art gallery.

I keep staring for a bit as I walk at the same time the car is moving, making me hear some of the words they're half-shouting at whoever they're speaking on the phone.

"I told you I already got everything planned, stop lecturing me like I'm a twelve year old boy! I'm an adult! I get to do my own decisions, dad." They yell at what I’m assuming is their father, making me turn my head, allowing some privacy to them as I start walking faster.

I don't know who they are and what the hell they're talking about, but I'm not gonna just listen to their conversation.

"I'm going to that school and you can't stop me!" I turn my head at the mention of a school, making me catch them throwing their phone on the seat next to them as they begin to pick up their pace.

We lock eyes for a second making my heart race a bit as I turn my head straight forward again, shoving my hands into my sweater pockets and walking even faster, feeling slightly embarrassed over the fact that they saw me staring at them.

"Want a ride, sweetheart?" I hear their British accent again, making me turn my head to actually look at them now that their car is straight beside my figure.

"Um, no thank you." I decline, shaking my head a bit, it's not that I'm scared or anything, but they're a boy, and I'm not risking getting sexually assaulted on a Monday morning.

"I can see your school logo on the back of your bag back, I'm heading there too. Get in." They don't accept my decline, making me more anxious.

"No seriously, thank you, I'd rather walk." I half-smile nervously as I walk straight ahead, not bothering to look at them again, hoping they'd leave me alone.

"Suit yourself then." I hear them say, making me look up to see the jeep speed up on the road, leaving me alone on the sidewalk again.

I sigh as I close my eyes for a second, thanking god for making them leave.

I look at my phone for a sec, checking the time. 7:45am, I read.

shit shit shit I have five minutes to arrive at school.

I start walking faster again, now that I've calmed my breath down a bit.

What an interesting way to start a morning.

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Now who could possibly be that curly headed boy?

; )