Abditory [H.S]

8

So, turns out I don't have corona, in celebration I'm giving yall a chap :)

Luella Jones

It's 7am now, meaning I need to get out of bed to go to school, again.

I hate when my nightmares happen on school nights, they make it even harder to get out of bed in the morning.

I didn't even sleep either, meaning my energy is as low as a sloth.

I get up and brush my teeth, wash my face, putting my hair in a braid, and bringing it to the side of my left shoulder.

I probably need to take a shower, but I'm not feeling like to.

Fiona texted me a good morning text, along with fourty other drunk messages I got from her at 4 in the morning.

"Hey ella! Did u know that cows moo with regional accents? Thats so funny. I can just imagine them in my head right now." delivered at 4:02am.

She even sent three voice messages, trying to say moo in different accents, only to end up wheezing before having the chance to.

"Hey ella! Did u know that a wood frog can hold its pee up to eight months? I wanna try it sometime." delivered at 4:05am.

Then she sent a pic of her in the bathroom, saying it unfortunately didn't work.

"Hey ella! Did u know that polar bears don't actually live in the polar region? They actually live in the north pole. That's lowkey interesting." delivered at 4:12am.

Yes I know that Fiona, I pay attention in geography.

"Hey ella! Did you see that new post Tom Holland posted? Gosh he looks so hot. I want him to rail me until I can't breathe."  delivered at 4:28am.

She also sent that damn post seven times, saying in details of how she wants him to bend her over and fuck her sensless in each of them.

Those texts are just half of what she sent, and it's clear that she was trashed by the time she got home.

It's those kind of messages that made getting out of bed easier today.

I pull a beige large sweater out of my closet, along with black leggings, putting them on.

I then put my bag on my shoulder, get out of the house, and start walking towards school.

It isn't sunny today, clouds surrounding the sky fully as I can see a big grey one too, meaning it'll probably rain.

I hope so, I love rain.

I continue walking, staring at the ground and hearing the sound of my footsteps behind me.

I arrive early this time, due to the no interesting accident of a curly headed boy on the way.

I scan the cafeteria quickly, knowing me and Fiona always gather here in the mornings at the side table in the end.