Lumai's Mind

Chapter 1: Normal Days

Do daday du briiingg
Bala da pranngg

Slam. Thud. Ow.

I groaned dramatically from waking up and my now throbbing hand. Note to self: don't whack your phone. Knowing I had to get up but wanting only to sleep, I groggily left the cozy confines of my bed. Ignoring the ridiculous device that was still on the floor, I walked to my wardrobe to find an outfit for school.

Picking some black leggings, a random band shirt and an oversized green-grey hoodie, I hurriedly got dressed. I trudged out my door but not without my unofficial ritual of banging my body on the door frame. Even though pain seered through my shoulder I ignored it and trudged down the hallway. I was used to this.

After I did my bathroom routine, I took a minute to look at myself in the mirror. Shoulder length reddish-brown hair, dull blue-grey eyes and a round face coated with light freckles. Sighing I walked off to the kitchen.

Food was a necessity, especially if your a grumpy pre-teenage girl. Unsurprisingly, no one else was there, mum was a late riser and dad was an early worker. I walked between the fridge and the pantry a couple times, only stopping to stare aimlessly into them, before grabbing every type of cereal I could see, milk, maple syrup and a packet of sultanas. Pouring it all in a big bowl and putting everything away before I started eating.

Delicious.

"What the bloody hell is that!" My mum yelled Horrified, pure disgust riddled on her face. I froze, spoon mid-air and we locked eyes, waited to see who would move first. Realizing I was hungry and my cereal would go soggy, I shoved my still levitating spoon in my mouth while my mum gasped. "That was disgusting."

"Your so dramatic, mum." I rolled my eyes. "This is scrumptious."

"Don't eat with your mouth full, demon child." she sneered as she started cooking up her own breakfast. I placed my bowl in the sink when I finished.

I walked up to my room to get my bag ready for school. I put my headphones on and plugged in my phone, "sunny" by Boney M. came on and I instantly felt the mood. Dancing back to the kitchen, I started making a sandwich for school and grabbing a banana, ignoring my mum's weird stare while I did my thing. I looked down at my phone.

8:09am

"Time for school!" I spoke out loud for absolutely no reason. Snatching my bag and making sure everything was there before yelling bye to mum and walking out the door. The walk to school was a nice way to start the day, I'd walking on my own since year 2 but I didn't mind.

By the time I got to school it was nearly 8:30. I walked up to my classroom and put my bag in its designated pep-hole nook thingy. I walked outside to sit under my tree until school started. Despite the impression you might of gotten, I'm antisocial. I don't have friends and I don't want friends. People are traitorous and cruel. Not thoughts a 11 year old girl with a loving family should be thinking but hey, I've never been like the others. Heck! I don't even resemble my parents.

Look at them. They sit with people that talk about them behind their backs but they so the same. They fight and make up the next day like nothing happened but they'll just do it again. They are living in illusions of friendship, they like it like that.

Chatter disrupted my thoughts and I opened my eyes to notice other kids turning up and gathering with friends. I felt a twinge of pity for them, setting themselves up for betrayal. How don't they notice their "friends" gossiping about them. Only a few of these kids aren't mean, even less are interesting. I stood up and went to put my head phones and phone in my bag but got bumped into by some rowdy boy that wasn't paying attention.