I pushed myself off the mattress, instantly feeling the thoughts of my limbs pleading me to stop. It's just morning and I already feel so worn out, what a nice start of the day. Taking a look at the phone on-top of my bedside cabinet, my day became even more happier.
' Monday - 5:55 a.m. '
" Monday! My favorite day of the week!! " Sike.
My shoulders left their tense state as they slumped back down to a normal posture. I took the nearest towel and went out of my room to go to the bathroom across.
My feet dragged themselves to the bathroom while I gently placed the towel on the wall rack. Clothes thrown everywhere. My unfazed expression kept its steady place on my face.
Until the tip of my feet finger was dipped down the water filing the levelled down ground of the shower. Every hair around my arms and neck stood up after the cold temperature of the liquid made contact with my bare skin.
" AAAAAHGHGHAGAHGA- " Inaudible scream pitched out from my throat. My whole body jolted up and backwards. I held my hand out to my sides to hold onto something. Instead, they slipped upon attempting to hold the bathroom sink.
I fell down backwards before my spine first crashed against the ground. My torso jolted upwards and then fell back again. My palm flipped something upwards but paid no mind to it.
I groaned when I felt my back muscle emit pain. But my body won't wash itself without a soul guiding it, so I stood up with a frustrated sigh, knowing this is the most WONDERFUL first day of school.
But no, a bucket out of nowhere had to perfectly fit down my head and cover my sight. I stood still, thinking about why I exist just to experience the worst things possible in history.
[ TIMESKIP ]
Comb? Who needs that when I have fingers instead. My palm constantly brushed my hair while I was walking through the hallways around the school. " Geez, why must this reception be through this stupid maze?! "
My soul feels like taking a vacation from my body for eternity. I'm probably looking like a pale potato right now, what should I do. Well, there aren't that many- scratch that, there are no students around me. Are the classes supposed to be that early?
Upon entering the reception room, my first name was immediately echoed around before receiving my schedule paper. " Thank you. " I left the room in a hurry. While running, I took a good look at the paper in my hold.
' 2-B - Monday - 6:00 | Homeroom '
I gulped, hoping I wasn't too late for my first subject. My memory couldn't remember the time earlier, so I must be early since it was still dark when I woke up, right?
Another problem occurred in my mind. I don't know the locations of each room in here. My feet dragged themselves in a hurried pace, much faster than earlier after the sudden realization.
I looked at every class name beside every door I passed. ' 2-E, 2-D, 2-C, 2-.. '
I stopped on my tracks, my shoes gliding across and made me trip sideways. I pushed my slammed-down-the-ground face with an obvious mark on my right cheek that made the most impact against the tile flooring.
My knuckles knocked on the wooden door twice before it was opened by a taller person on the other side. My faint panting noises were the only sounds heard around the hallway and between us. My palms placed on-top of my knees while I squat to catch my breath, even feeling warm substances flow down my face from my crown.
" Are you alright? " A stretched out voice of worry was emitted from the person in front. I forced my body posture to straighten up before looking at her. It was a woman, a tall one.
Her dark hair was flowing with the wind behind her, the tip of her locks revealing shades of magenta. Her posture as unstable as mine. A hand covered the bottom of her pale face, her brows furrowed in a worried manner.
" Yeah, I am, may I enter? " She immediately turned to a formal posture and move to the side of the open door to let me enter.
Inside the room, it was bright from all the sunray coming from the understandable-sized windows on the side of the classroom, right of the blackboard in front of all the students' chairs.
Speaking of students, some are looking at me, most of them are busy writing on their notebook. " Take your seat, over there. " A finger pointed from the side of my head, my gaze followed what it was and it's a seat.
I mumbled a " Thank you. ", looking down while making my way to the seat which I can call mine. Embarrassment filled up my body, a coppery taste made an asylum inside my mouth.
Sitting down in-sync with the teacher, who may I say that's in front of me since her huge desk is across my smaller one. I took out my homeroom notebook after unzipping my bag that laid under my table.
My throat took another gulp of the day, feeling uneasiness strike down my head and an unknown itchy force pulling my eyes to turn to the side, and behind. I did so, and was shocked when a boy and a girl at the back of the classroom were looking right at me, or possibly at the teacher in front of me. It took a second for a smile to appear on their faces, then waving their hands at the slightest bit for me.
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