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This time I awoke up to the mind numbing sound of my alarm instead of the usual full blown assault from my dog and his accomplice, our puppy. I burrowed my face my further into my hypoallergenic pillow, hoping that it would somehow magically smother out the shrill.
It didn't.
Absentmindedly I swept out my arm attempting to find the snooze button, instead I clumsily sent my phone and something else crashing to the floor, I winced at the sound begging that my phone was okay. I couldn't afford for it to be broken for a third time this year.
Lazily I swung my legs over the edge of my bed tripping as I attempted to stand up, my head rushing. I took a step forward and froze as I felt something crunch beneath my foot.
Please don't be what I think that is...
I bent over and let out a strangled gasped when I undeniably felt my very broken glasses in my palm.
"No, no, no, fuck fu-," I croaked, "Mum, MUM!"
My voice cracked as I called out
After a minute I heard frantic footsteps making their way clumsily down the hallway, suddenly my mum entered the my doorway, I squinted through blurry vision, she had a slipper gripped tightly in my hand. Beside her my brother was slumped still half asleep against the door frame, in his small hands a heavy baseball bat.
"What happened? Are you broken." She panted intently searching both me and the room with her tired eyes.
Suddenly I completely forgot about my glasses and started laughing. The scene before me couldn't have been any more ridiculous.
"Why has h-he got the b-baseball bat?" I managed to choke through my strained laugh.
After a few seconds I managed to catch my breath at which point my my was now leant against the door frame half asleep.
"Mum!," I called again.
"What," She shot up once again scanning the room before her eyes fell on the crushed glasses in my palm
"Please tell me you have a spare pair," I wined looking up at her with pleading eyes.
"Sorry darling but you don't, you'll just have to wear your contacts," She answered sympathetically
Through blurred vision I looked down at my glasses, feeling tears burn at the edges of my eyes.
Ugh only I would cry over stupid broken glasses, grow up Charlie!
My mum shuffled over to me and sat on the bed beside me, wrapping her arm round my shoulders and pulling me into a side hug.
"It's not stupid, I know how insecure you can feel, and I also know you use your glasses to hide that beautiful face of yours," She spoke softly her head leant on top of mine.
She was right, as dumb as it sounded my glasses felt like one more layer of protection between me and the world, It was hard to explain but I felt less vulnerable with them on. Plus when I was in sixth grade I had watched a video in health class about someone who had been blinded by dirty contact lenses. My eyes may be shitty but I've become quite attached to my vision, as terrible as it may be.
I burrowed my head into my mums chest, smelling the washing up powder in her fluffy robe, a sense of calm washed over me slightly.
"I'll drop by the opticians on the way to work and see if they can fix these or get you a new pair," She continued, "It's just one day."
"Fine," I ground, the sound muffled as I faced her chest.
"Come again," She responded. But I know she heard me.
"Fine," I hmphed, sitting up and glaring at her amused face.
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As I walked through the bustling hallways, I kept my head down, my thick unruly hair managing to create a sufficient enough barrier for the day. I just prayed that I didn't run into anyone on my way to my locker.
It had been exactly a week since I had last seen Colton, after out last interaction I perfected the art of avoiding him and I recon he grew bored of tormenting me and retreated to wherever the hell a guy like Colton Matthews hangs out.
Finally I arrived at my locker and fumbled with the lock, my trembling fingers struggling with the stupid thing. After a agonisingly long minute I managed to enter the right code. Stupid anxiety. I grabbed my heavy calculus book and struggled to shove it into my backpack.
I was about to close the locker door when I faintly heard a familiar voice call my name from down the hallway. My face dropped and could suddenly hear my heart in my ears. Why must the higher powers continue to punish me.
No. No. No. This can't be happening. Not today. Have I not suffered enough?!
I panicked and looked around for an escape route, but to my avail there was no way out without going past him.
There are actually more than two bodily responses to threats. What was originally thought to just be Flight or flight, is now Fight, flight, freeze and fawn. By law of deduction I couldn't fight, not to save my life. Nor could I freeze as actually interacting with Colton is the exact opposite of what I wanted to do, and over my dead body was I going to fawn.
Flight it is then.
With no accessibly escape route I had what could be seen as stroke of genius, or a strike of insanity, and in retrospect I sure I will argue to latter. But in the moment it felt like the only option. I hastily ripped open my locker door and did probably one of the top five dumbest things I have ever done and climbed in...
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