My alarm sounded 10 minutes before I had to skate to school, and I had only gotten 3 hours of sleep.
"Fuck" I mumbled.
I threw on the first thing I saw, a black band tee and black ripped skinny jeans with a chain on the belt loop. I skipped breakfast. My mom was still at work. My dad? He said he'd be home by now but he's probably still at work. He's never here.
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I grabbed my skateboard and walked out the door. before I skate, I turned on my phone and plugged in my earbuds. I don't use airpods. "Go ahead and cry little girl... nobody does it like you do... I know how much it matters to you... I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too." I listen to that song on repeat. A few listens went by and soon I was at school.
Early. Fuck.
I hold my skate board looking for Charli. While looking around, we bump into each other at the same time.
We walk into school to go by my locker where we always hang out. All of the other lockers are blue, but I rebelled during my freshman year and painted mine black. Charli says she likes that about me, my chutzpah, that is. That I'm bold, but I'm not cocky. I just know I look good, that's all. I put my skateboard in my locker noticing students staring at us. I don't know why they're so interested in our relationship when they could just find their own.
A fit junior, about 5 feet 6.379 inches, shoe size 7, jock strap size XL, stares down at his school map in the crowd of bustling students. He's clearly lost. I would help 'em, but I got things to do. The bell rings and he's still lost. Damn. That must suck. I feel him look this way and I think about helping him, but Charli pulls me in for a goodbye kiss and leaves for astrology. What is it with girls and astrology?
I walked into my first class.
God I hate Engineering Chemistry.
I have to take engineer classes because my dad is big fancy Cole Hudson, founder of Hudcorp Industries, and he wants me to be the next head engineer. Except I want to be the next Salvador Dalí. I want to make crazy, unique, urethra, creative art. I want to be an architectural designer.
I enter Engineering Chemistry class sighing and looking around to see if I know anybody. I sadly do. I hate people, except a few being Charli, my mom, and occasionally my dad. I also notice the lost boy from the hallway sitting down in his seat, looking still as lost as ever. We make eye contact and he quickly turns back around. Weird.
The bell rings and it's time for Art 4. While walking to class, I see the Lost Boy again staring down at his map. I walk towards him.
