here comes the sun

chapter 1 - dawn

Here come the sun,
doo doo doo doo
Here comes the sun and I say,
"It's alright."

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"Dad, can I go to school now?" I'd asked my father before that question since I first started going by myself at school. He would frown at me and look at his phone to check the time, "It's only five fifty!" He would answer. "And the sun barely shone yet." He would make me feel down so I would sit around there, bag swung around my shoulder as I pout and had my brows knitted together like a child. That was the main reason why I hated mornings.

I hate having to see the sun before me while walking down to school, especially in five minutes the sky was already blue without me noticing at all. I wanted to make sure if the sun was cheating or not so since my grandma took care of me for about a month, living inside our house just to look out for me, I planned everything on what to do in the early morning. I'm a night owl, but I love to walk out of the house during night honestly. Danger beyond? Whatever. I'd rather enjoy myself in a van ride with the kidnapped and see the stars. I would wish for it to happen as well! (Please don't.)

I would always get up in the morning, around 5:30 AM, but ever since I realized that getting up in the morning that late would actually make some troubles for me going to school if I chill or linger for a bit ...I decided to wake earlier and go earlier. And that's exactly what I did!

"I'm late." I whispered to myself as I speed walk down the hall way, passing down some classrooms.

I heard that lady shouting, 'Hey! Your tardy ticket!' But I wasn't sure if it was me, so I had needed to speed walk but more faster and if I would, then I could at least make it to my classroom—and escape from her.

I wouldn't slow down to make that tidy-time more longer, that sucks. And my leg was cramping so much that I can hardly step on a stair. It took me two minutes before finally making it up to the classroom because the stairs were three cases, even before I make it, time was already beyond the beyond, and I was the only student walking upstairs. It's scary. I didn't hesitated to open the door and slowly went in. Of course, some people noticed me. I rarely had been late, and for the record, this was only my second time—note: all my life.

Our teacher looked at me as if she wanted to actually push me out of the classroom and let me stay there until they finish praying. I'm an atheist but I'm in a catholic school. I do believe in Gods and Devils and that, but I've never tried being fully devoted with the Lord. I would believe that He exist, but I will never praise Him. Just my opinion.

Anyway, as their prayer finished, I quickly made my way to the front since that is where my seat is. I, of course, never had been this late all my life (Curse my leg!) and I'll have to tell my classmates and teacher, "Good morning, fuckers, sorry am late because I didn't did it on purpose and I have to make out a reason out of it on why the hell am I bloody late and why the fuck do I have to even do this shit?" Like really, it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make you not-so-late and you're wasting your spit and saliva for those shits, or almost everything in school.

The teacher looked at me as if she has a dagger to stab me. It was fucking intimidating me so much that I couldn't bear to stare at her. Also, why the fuck do they have that kind of approach? It isn't even teaching children, well, somehow.

"Reason?" She looked at her watch. I started to sweat. Fuck. That's it, I'm never waking up that late again. Really, my mom was so busy cleaning the refrigerator while I was there, barely had my shoes on and worried about what time it was—but I didn't knew so I was chill instead—and when I saw that sun shining down bright yellow and the sky is almost perfectly baby blue, that's when I found out that I was fucked up late.