The alarm clock awakens me from my sleep and I slam my palm to make it shut up. I may be a nerd but that doesn't mean I like school. Keeping my grades up is what I need to survive that place just to get out, go to college, find a decent job, and live my life. Even if it means being trapped all throughout my teenage years.I groan and got out of bed to head to the bathroom. I got in the shower, take my clothes off, and turn the shower on. I start washing my body with some soap and shampoo for my hair. Once I was finished, I turn the shower off and start drying myself off. I went out of the bathroom and into the coldness of my room. I walk over to my dresser and got some undergarments out. I wear them on and head over to the closet. I ponder on what to wear. After a few minutes, I got my black skinny jeans out and a blue tee that says, "I'd rather sleep", and wear them all on.
I walk over to the mirror where my black converse are. I place my socks and shoes on and check myself in front of the mirror. I see a pair of blue-gray eyes staring back at me and I think of what I should do with my hair. I just decided to do a simple French braid and once I finish, I start placing my things in my backpack for school.
Zipping my backpack, I slung it over my shoulder and went out of the room. I walk down the stairs and stop by the kitchen to see my brother eating his breakfast.
"I'll head to school first, I need to finish an assignment in the library," I lie. Why did I lie? I guess I just wanted to be in the classroom first to pick my seat.
Beck looks at me with a confused expression but nodded anyway.
"Bye" I tell him and he just waves.
I got out of the house, making sure I close the door behind me and start my walk to school. I got my earphones out and plugged it into my phone. I shuffle my playlist and "A little too much" by Shawn Mendes and start humming the tune.
A lot of songs have passed and the school is finally in sight. It was probably a twenty minute walk. I walk to the entrance of the school and head to where my locker is. I place my code in and got my stuff out for the first, second, and third period. I head to my first period which is Math. I mean, who does that? Make the first subject of the day Math? It sucks. It really sucks. At least the teacher was actually a good teacher and made everything easier to understand. For me, that is.
I walk in the classroom and greet Ms. Roberts. I hand her my homework and head to the back of the class to sit by the window. People start piling in the classroom and scramble off to their seats. Just as everyone sits down, the bell rings and the last few people find their seats.
Ms. Roberts starts her lecture and I take down notes. After a few minutes, I start dozing off. I don't feel in it today. In fact, I feel dizzy. Somebody beside me pokes my arm and I look at that person.
"You look pale," Amaya, a classmate, says, "you all good?"
"Yeah, don't worry," I wave her off. She looks unsure but doesn't press any further.
The world suddenly spins around me. Everything seems to be falling sideways, next thing I know, I'm on the floor.
I hear people screaming for a nurse but, my vision is blurred and then everything... Turns black.
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I'm free
Teen FictionI just want to be free. But, free of what exactly? Nobody can truly be free. free frē/ adjective 1. not under the control or in the power of another; able to act or be done as one wishes.