Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm screeched waking me from a dreamless sleep. Turning over, I moan and bury myself deeper into the covers, hiding from the Monday ahead of me. Beep! Beep! Beep! Moaning again, I throw the blankets off and crawl out of bed towards the alarm. Reaching blindly, I knock the alarm off my night stand and kick the off button with my foot.
Trudging downstairs I squint to find the light switch. Turning on all the switches I blink a few times and continue to the pantry. I pull out a box of Reese's Puffs and just about empty jug of milk from the fridge. I pour everything into a small bowl I poke around my breakfast with a spoon until everything was saturated. After taking a series of small, quick bites, I drink the milk left."Well good morning sleeping beauty!" My dad teases as I make my way back up the stairs.
Pushing my way past him on the staircase, I paste on a smile and laugh a bit. Today isn't going to be a good day. I can feel it. Just the pressure of waking up in the morning weighed me down. I have so much stress added on just thinking about the day ahead of me. I can barely hold myself up anymore. Everyday has become 'another day'. They all blend together and add to the weight on my shoulders.
Getting ready for school went slow and waiting for the bus took even longer. Finally the bus pulled up and everyone herded around the doors like a pack of starving wolves. Last to get on, I shove my way quickly towards the back. Picking a seat next to my friends in the back (my usual spot) I lean my head against the seat.
Suddenly I jump up in my seat and look over at my friend Andrew. I shoot him a glare but he just smirks and pokes my side again.
"What are you doing? Stop!" I try giving him a serious look but my laugh contradicts the expression.
"Me? I'm not doing anything! Just having a little fun is all." He responds innocently.
"Oh," I say rolling my eyes and turning back towards the window. "All right, whatever you say..."
When I finally get to school I am happily surprised by a flood of good feelings. Maybe this day wouldn't be 'another day', maybe it could just be 'today'.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Hawthorne
Teen FictionThese are kinda personal short stories dedicated to my 'big brother'. Thanks for helping me find the light switch in a really dark place during my life.