My trusted enemy

The first monday of irl hell

I laid in bed as my alarm clock filled the air with its loud roars. I sat up, my ears having taken too much agony and turn off the annoying beeps. The loud noise that filled the air has now become silent.

Today was Monday meaning i had to go to hell. I haven't ever been good in school, except for science. Science was my specialty, I memorized the periodic table before I was even in third grade. My father was a scientist but he died 15 years ago in an explosion at his lab. I was still young so I mainly knew my father through stories.

My neighbor was one of my dads best friends. I would go to his house everyday, he would get me a soda and we would sit and talk. I would typically leave everyday with a new story of my dad. Sadly, my neighbor died 3 years ago due to lung cancer. I wasn't really close to anyone else.

my mom wasn't really the best of a mother. She spent all her money on drugs and I would usually receive bruises instead of kisses from her. She would hit me more often than she hugged me. I don't know why she was like this but if I had to guess, I would assume it was the grief from losing my dad.

I got dressed and started towards my school. I walked to school since my mom would refuse to drive me (she decided on that ever since she thought I was 'fat' in middle school) and the school bus was too crowded and loud for my liking.

The day was a normal day in North Carolina, the sun was hiding as it too knew it wasn't going to be a good day and the clouds covering the sky to make up for the sun's disappearance. The birds staying in their safe little homes. And me who was no choice but to go out and survive a long and torturous day in the living hell known as school.

The school was kind of far away from our house since we lived in a tiny run down neighborhood while the school was on the nicer side of the place. I went to a fancy private school for mostly rich and snobby kids. It's not that expensive but I got in for free since my dad was a know scientist around the area and apparently he did something important. It's not the best though because people expect me to live up to my dad's name.

The school was a charter school which meant that kids in primary school and middle school also went. My mom wanted me to go to an all girls school so I can learn to be a real girl and stop cutting my hair so short but she couldn't give a fucking minute of her attention to anything that had something to do with me.

I had finally made it to the school. There was nothing special about it, the school was made up of three big white buildings (one for primary school, one for middle school and one for high school) of course i went to the high school building but i had to walk through all the little kids. the kids in primary school drove me nuts because all the would talk about was their new 'trendy' shirt they bought with unicorns and glitter and the fidget spinner their moms promised them to get.

The middle schoolers drove me nuts because all the kids were trying to be cool and wearing uneven blue eyeshadow or sorting out the new cute school supplies they bought for the school year. typically those two buildings were filled with children that were running and screaming.

i finally made it to my building (which wasn't any better). it was crowded with a bunch of random teenagers who thought being a virgin was lame and thought that they had depression because they were sad when they dropped their phone down the toilet due to addiction the the small electronic.

I walked past a big group of sophomore girls (with too much eye makeup and a heavy amount of lipgloss because they thought it was quirky and cool) who were loudly sharing gossip to each other and walked straight to my locker.

This locker could perfectly describe my life. There was a sad attempt to make the locker actually look good and the door had photos of my and my best friend, Lillian, when we were at an amusement park, we were smiling and laughing in the photo (probably at some stupid joke about our math teacher who was growing a thick uneven beard) which is what makes it so sad. The photo was taken before my life became straight shit.

My locker had four books that looked like they were dropped off a 30 floored building and so much trash it could fill up three bags. There were lights that were hanged up and flickering due to the dying batterie, and a dirty mirror that showed a blurry reflection.

I turned around to see Lilly, who was my best friend since grade school, standing in front of me with a big smile on her face. Lilly was like the sun trapped in a person. Her natural red hair that were left loose and straight and her pink braces, she was 5'7 which was pretty average for the kids in our class. she had red cheeks with freckles smothered all over her face. She had bright blue eyes and pale skin. She had round purple glasses which suited her perfectly, She also had on a colorful striped shirt with jeans and platform boots that matched her outfit.

Lilly was perfect, she was always happy, confident, smiling, and she was gorgeous. She gave the best advice and never let anything get in her way. She also got along with everybody and understood them all. which is why we are best friend, she brings light to my world and understands me perfectly. Words couldn't even describe how much I love her.

"Hey, maggie!" She greeted happily, the same way she always does . "How are you today?"

"Ready to kill myself" I told her, I typically say that so she knew it was pretty much a joke. If only she knew that she was pretty much the only reason I was still here. The bell ringed before we said anything else so she grabbed my hand and basically forced me to go to world history.

i sat down and got ready to start the day with the worst class ever. Mr.brown was a middle-aged man who was balding. He had a monotone that sounded like he was about as ready to kill himself as i was.

"i seem to have forgotten my lesson plans for today. May i have two volunteers go to the office and bring me my lesson plans?" he asked. i looked around and saw no one but one person raise their hands, Olivia, the biggest bitch in this class. "Olivia. Since you seem to be the only one to volunteer you may pick another volunteer."

I looked up at Olivia, knowing damn well who she would choose.

"Ummm" she said as she watched the class until her eyes landed on mine "I choose maggie"

i groaned as i stood up and joined Olivia. Mr.brown told us where they were and sent us off.

"what's the matter" Olivia taunted "still missing your dad?"

"it's nothing" i angrily told her.

"looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" she chuckled

"oh my fucking god!" i shouted "just leave me alone"

"do you not like me? god, what did i do to you"

"no. i literally hate you"

"what?" she continued "just because your mom hates you doesn't mean you have to hate everyone else"

that really pissed me off. I started cursing her out and then she fell, really hard. I didn't even push her. Suddenly i realized that she was crying. I swore under my breath knowing where this was going to know.

We already had the teacher plans so i started walking towards his class without her, fast and angry. I slam the door open and the whole class turns to look at me. I walk to the teacher's desk and slammed the papers on his desk. I then walk towards my seat and sit down.

"what's wrong?" Lilly asked, that's when the door opened again and Olivia came in limping.

"Olivia! Are you okay?! What happened?!" Mr.Brown asked her.

She wiped the fake tears from her eyes and swallowed so she could speak "maggie pushed me, Really hard" She said in a fake hoarse voice.

I stood up to protest but Mr.brown silenced me and sent me to the office. What a great way to start off the day. I stormed out of the hot class room and walked towards the far too familiar office.