our story

~five~

Before I know it, the week of the California trip is here. Honestly, I haven't been there in so long and I'm really excited. I get to spend almost an entire week with Katelyn and Nana. I'm so excited, we're going to Knott's and and the beach. They're driving but my aunt, uncle, and two cousins are coming as well.

Unfortunately, I have to take three tests early, and it's stressful. School has always been a thing for me, always my token trait that my parents point out to people that I met when I was two months old that expect me to remember them. I get stressed out over so much as a B+, and am constantly checking my grades. A trait I've labeled toxic, because only I know about the late night mental breakdowns when I think I'm not doing good enough or living up to my own standards.

I finish up my religion test, which I think I've completely bombed, and turn it in. At least I've got a good grade in his class, so it won't affect me very much if at all. I think I'll do a lot better on the science test, because I've been studying hard for the past three nights. I already took the vocab quiz and Mr. Brown's test so science is all I have left today. Sorry, I had to take four tests early, but I get to go to California, so its worth it.

"Hey, is it hard?" Dylan asks me when Mr. Cortes leaves the room.

"Just study and you'll be fine." I reply, going back to reading.

I'm so excited to be able to leave for a while, just get away from everything. Apparently this is obvious, because I have a college, major, and minor picked out, with backups of course. I'm drawn out of my own thoughts from my own name being said. "And Hannah is just back there in the corner, ignoring us all." Ms. Knight is saying from the front of the room.

I had finished my assignment so I knew I wasn't in trouble, but everyone turned their heads in my direction. I hate having the attention on me, so I say a silent 'thank you' to Julian for saying something stupid at that exact moment.

"Hey, you good?" Emily asks from the seat in front of me.

"Yea I'm fine, just thinking." I give her a small smile as well, to try and assure her that I'm fine.

I think that my motto is "Fake it 'til you make it.", because I fake the smile until its real. Because this thought usually sends me into an no-end-in-sight spiral, I listen in to the class conversation being had: Are we psychos? The answer is yes, one hundred percent, yet the topic is a reoccurring one.

"Ms. K, you must be sick of us." I say, a daily saying of mine.

"No, I'm not sick of you guys, even if I do wanna kick some of you into oblivion, but that would be illegal." she says with a smirk. No one ever seems to notice Ms. K and I's side conversations, they're all too lost in their own worlds. Also, I think, if she ever had one, Ms. K's motto would be "I don't look good in orange or stripes." because, I mean, did you not just hear her?

Before I know it, I'm on my way home to pack. When we get there I obviously procrastinate until the last minute and turn on Riverdale. I know, I know, but season one and most of season two are actually pretty decent. I can't get passed episode twenty-five of season two though I've tried, but I just can't.

I open my phone and continue mine and Dylan's conversation from this morning. 

why the bagel obsession

idk they're just good

ah i see, wyd

procrastinating packing, wbu

oh yea i forgot youre leaving, nothing

yea im really excited i love california