The Boredom Book

Chapter 2

I wake up the next morning, my blanket a ball under my head. I was ecstatic. We were leaving for London in a week so my dad could start work. Once we got there, they are giving us a week to settle in but then everything starts up. My dad goes to work and I go to school. My mom is an interior designer so she is basically her own boss, so she will start work again once she finds some new clients in the area. I woke up before my alarm today so when it started to go off I just smacked it with a closed fist. I roll out of bed and plant my feet firmly on the ground. I got up to fast so my vision has black dots around the edges. When everything is back to normal I start my annual morning routine. Get up, go to the bathroom, get dressed eat, get rid of my bed-head and walk out the door to walk to my bus stop. When I walk out the door I am engulfed in the sweet smell of fresh air. I walk down my dirt drive way to my bus stop that is about three miles away. It is only 8:30 in the morning but the heat is already blazing down on me from the bright sun. I can guess that it is already probably well over 70 degrees. I'm about half way down my drive way which is about a mile long and I can already feel my navy blue t-shirt sticking to my back with sweat. I throw my hair up into a bun on the back of my head. I feel like I look like a slob but there is no one to impress so I don't care, I'll be in London soon and I can't wait. I finally get to my bus stop at 9:00. School starts at 9:30 so I feel pretty a head of schedule today, probably because I woke up earlier and was more awake then normal. As I stand at the corner I look around while I wait for the bus. I'm in the city now so the concrete roads are all cracked houses going up and down the street. I am brought out of my daze as I see the old yellow bus pull up to the curb, the motor super loud from the heat. The doors open and I climb up the steps my converse making slapping sounds as I walk up the dirty old steps. I walk toward the back of the bus and sit in the third to last seat. The fabric on the seat is hot when I sit down, burning the back part of my legs where my shorts end. I open a window and in my headphones and think about the dreadful day to come.

As I walk through the doors to my first class I see some of my "friends" talking in the back corner of the room.

"You know you love orange,"

said Hillary. She is probably one of the prettiest girls in the grade. She has long, golden blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"Ya, I know I do but you love pink!"

They both start laughing. They use code names for people so they can talk about them with out the person knowing. They are trying too teach me but I don't really want to know, I don't want to talk behind peoples backs. The only name that I really listen for is White, the guy I like but probably have no chance with. People says he likes me but I don't trust them.