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Two: My luck is as good as flying pigs, non existent!
I have never understood how some people wake up with those pretty princessy hairs, glossy lips, without a trace of drool and a normal mood.
My day has never once started with me waking up along with the sunlight brimming out of the window and birds chirping their favorite melodies. In fact it has been much worse these past few weeks.
If psychologist didn't exist and I could diagnose myself, I would say I have insomnia, in exaggeration of course. I just have a hard time falling asleep. It takes my mind to tire itself out overthinking to lead me to my subconscious realm. My few hours of sleep aren't enough for my ever so busy brain or my physics.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly why a zombie wakes up every morning in my bed.
To add to my misery, Karasuno highschool starts their classes at 6 in the morning. My condition shouldn't be that bad considering my house is just 10 minutes away from the school and I'm fine with wearing my hair into a bun everyday paired with a random hoodie and jeans from my closet. But apparently, Luna Cohen doesn't know what a proper sleep schedule is.
Anywho, it's 3 AM and I better hurry up and do my homework which I swear is as long as the Ramayana.
Don't compare a hellish workload to a holy book Luna!
Well I guess I'm not getting any sleep today. After I'm done with my homework, I started my morning activities and just like that, without a second of sleep, I have to go on with my day.
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The bell rang implying the start of the class and our homeroom teacher, Mr. Takeda walks in with a huge stack of papers.
Now, the funny thing is that he stumbled on his own leg and fell down along with the pile of papers.
No, people tripping isn't supposed to be funny but in my defense, people's laugh are contagious and almost everyone's laughing, and my sense of humor's dead.
Whereas, the sad news is, that mountain of paper is probably the assignment for our summer holidays.
"Everyone, those are your assignments for the summer."
Just as expected, our homeroom teacher announces them as our holiday assignments. Atleast it doesn't look like a group project.
"You have to pair up with someone and complete the assignment."
Jinxed it!
Wait, no. There are 37 students in the class. Someone has to do it alone and that will definitely be me.
I honestly don't know if I should be glad or feel sad about my social life.
"Since the total number of students is odd here, one of the group will have three members."
Seriously? Even the unlucky kid, Nobita has better luck than me!
The rest of the class was a total blur. All I focused on was how I could possibly find a partner among the classmates that ostracize me with all they have.
After the class, I stayed behind to beg myself out of this project. I was hesitant at first if I could explain why I don't have a pair, or any friends in sum. At last, I made up a lie about how I don't have what it takes to ask someone out to be my pair, which was partially true.
Mr. Takeda looked at me with genuine concern which gave me a hope that I could somehow fiddle my way out of all this.
At this point I should've known whatever I'm thinking in my head wouldn't ever be the actual result but I'm ignorant enough to ignore all those signs and try my luck time and again.
"I understand it must be hard on your part but you can't run away from social situations all the time. Highschool is one of the most important part of your life. You need to do this" Mr. Takeda said with a straight face
It was sort of disappointing but I couldn't say any more. It was clear, for him, all I need to do is get out of my shell. How I wished I could just tell him that this class is the whole reason why I'm in this position.
I shared few words with him about how I would try getting out of my safe zone, which was a total blunder because I was sure that I have to be paired up with the last person available and by the teacher, himself.
By the time school ended we had to list our groups/pairs in the marking list, our school has one for each classes to evaluate our assignment points.
Just as expected, I was the odds one out for not putting my name on it. Since I had to do it anyway, I listed my name on the lowermost part of the list.
As I waited for my pair, which in fact was a long period of time. One hour. I had to wait for my pair an entire hour and the one appeared was a rude blonde.
My luck is as good as flying pigs, non existent!
-Chapter End-
