Hellish Love

CHAPTER 2 : [3]

Monday, it dreadfully came.

I will be dead with flame.

How the world will be okay.

If there is no Monday.

Holy crap, did I make rhymes out of hatred for Monday?

I hate Monday.

No, despise.

Fully.

Or combine the two strong words that depicts the same thing.

Twice the frustration is as today is the first day of school. The worst day for pupils. Introducing, some orientations, bitchy teachers and a few good ones, and a lot more "I am Jisoo. Blah, blah, blah.". Then there will also be new students to handle. Worse, I could expect and imagine those feelers coming to have their grand entrance.

It is not even the only thing to look forward to. A lot of speeches. Maybe only one that will be led by me, but still. I hate those with my whole soul. Public speaking gets my tongue tied in merciless ways I cannot think of and also in the wrong timing. It is going to be used to officially open the Academy to a new school year of suffering. It did not start as of yet, however, that agonizing already struck me.

I sat on the bed, opening my laptop. "Took you a while. Did she get nightmares again?"

"No. I just fixed her position since she might fall." I shrugged my shoulders. He continued to sip on his drink. His foot comfortably resting on top of the couch whereas his other foot is on the ground. "Is 'Good day, fellow students, teachers, staffs.' a good opening?"

"Fine. It would be better to curse teachers though. They do nothing but fail students." His shoulders moved up and down. Clearly playing around while here I am, feeling the stress having a union in my head that it caused a light migraine. I wish I can plaster the same smile he has on his face. But I cannot because I am unfortunately, unluckily, sadly, forcefully stuck on a five-thousand-word essay.

A speech that had to be presented to the whole school.

"Shut up. You are not helping at all."

"It is not like you have not considered it."

"You are not wrong."

There is also a meeting within the Team Leaders and I, along with the members, am required to participate in it after classes. First day, and it is already stressful as well as tiring to even think about.

The responsibility awaiting is quite big. Big enough to sleep again.

This is also the first day of Lisa.

Looks like Monday may not be that bad.

No, it really is. Goodness.

I groaned, the warmth of the blanket hugging me as it blocks the coldness that the air conditioner gave to the atmosphere, in my bedroom. My exhausted body continued to slump on my mattress and my eyes did not open. I desired to go back to my dream. If it was about Pokemon, I could not care more. Can I sleep and never wake up? I did not want to go to the campus. I wished for every thing that may stop me from leaving this bed. Even if it had Jackson buried in our backyard with worms. I may do that, with pleasure, by my own hands especially for my absence in the classes later on.

I am not ready to go.

I am more than ready to sleep if only my body was on the same page. It is not. Sadly.

Shall I fake a fever?

Finally, my orbs enveloped the ugliness of my room, a minute later. I bet the redness, that it carried at its sides, matches with the darkness or blackness of the part solely below these lids. Last night, or a while ago in the early morning, I closed my gadgets by the time that the clock hit three o'clock. And I did not even stop there because the feeling of drowsiness is miles away from the foam. My lower body was numb due to the iciness of the air that the blanket could not do its main work. My head was in the same page, though. It was throbbing. A lot. These annoying temples, they can go out if they want to. As in, I could skin them away. Right now.