Our Sky Has Two Moons

Chapter 4

IF HEAVEN'S GRIEEEEEF BRINGS HELL'S RAIN

I opened my eyes lazily, groaning. Just One Yesterday my ass! It's the thousandth time I'm hearing the alarm this morning. I tried to make another desperate effort to stretch for the snooze button, when my eyes widened in horror. How the hell... It was 7:15.

"Fuck fuck fuck," I whispered as I jumped out of bed, directly into my wardrobe. I snatched a black pair of jeans, a white shirt, a red hoodie and my red Converse shoes, hurrying into the bathroom, where a mirrored looking-like-shit Blossom was staring right back at me. And I had to be in front of Alex's house in 20 minutes... That made 15 for the road. I cursed again, realising I have no time for a shower.

Such a way to start a week.

I did the routine in two moves, no more than 10 minutes later managing to climb - more like jump - down the stairs like a rabbit that has burnt its ass. My brother was already at the kitchen table, flicking the ash off his cigarette with a hand and holding a coffee mug in the other. No food, ok. Coffee totally works for a hangover.

"Morning," I greeted, opening the cupboard quickly, and snapped a pack of biscuits.

I froze, realising something. Have I just talked to him? He took a moment to raise his gaze at me, and I regretted opening my mouth immediately. What was with the politeness? I haven't talked to this guy in weeks. 'Morning'? Damn, Blossom, what's going on with you?

I jerked my head away, making a mental 'Right. All right.' speech in order to get away with the embarrassment. I grabbed my backpack and my rasta skateboard and got out of the house as quickly as possible. It was only then when I realised I was panting. God I must've gotten out of shape; hurrying used to be my speciality.

As soon as I reached the street, I threw my board on the ground and jumped on it.

Yas, I yelled mentally. I've made it. I'm still not late for my first class.

I decided to call Alex and tell him to meet me at school, since I'm not going to make it in time to his house. So I tucked my free hand in my jeans' pocket, searching for the phone... only to realise it wasn't there.

Fuck.

I jumped off the board and started running back to the house.

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"Oh... my... G-awhh..." I panted, while my body was sending me clear signs of shutting down. I landed on the concrete, bending over and resting my stretched arms on my knees. I was two minutes away from school, but it was already 8:05, so the effort was worthless; even if I got there, they wouldn't let me in. I haven't even showered to get here in time! And look what good that brought!

I scoffed and let myself fall onto my skateboard. Why was I living so far from my school! It was a bloody public school, couldn't my parents have chosen one to be closer to my house!

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.

I had one hour left to kill before I may enter my second class, with nothing else to do than wait. I got back up, out of frustration, and started walking rapidly towards the institution, despite the objects I was carrying. It shouldn't be this frustrating.

No, screw that. It's school. It's my education. It's as frustrating as it needs to be.

I tried to remember how I let this happen - how, for the first time this year, I let myself be late.

Chill ouuuut, Brownie, I could hear Bruno's voice inside my head. Shit, no, go away; I don't want advices from you. Dzon't worrey, I heard Benjamin stating calmly. My body relaxed, as I was able to slow down my walk. Okay, from you I might accept them.