Waking up hasn't always been my strong suit. It was always hard for me to wake up early enough to get ready in the way that I really want. But after the day my father passed, leaving me alone, I never dressed the same. Dressing how I used to I always break down because it reminds me of all the fond memories of him. Every morning he would tell me this quote by George Bernard Shaw; "Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself."
Finally swinging my legs over the side of my bed, with a long deep sigh and a stretch, I glanced at the clock by my bed. "7:30, I have about 10 minutes to get ready before class," sighing once more I finally force myself to get up from the comfort of my bed and walk over to my closet to grab my boring Hawkins High cheer uniform. "Yay..." the sarcasm in my voice could probably be hear from a mile away.
As I was walking to school I realized that it was getting close to the end of my pets, Nora and Roxxie, food supply. I haven't really realized that a month had gone by already. I could've sworn that I had just bought them food last week. I guess I've been too far gone from reality and running on autopilot for the last month that I just forgot what day it was. Maybe after school I could go to a couple of stores and get the three of us some food.
As I was thinking about what to get for myself to eat later on I realized I was already at my locker that was close to the person I admired the most, Eddie Munson. I loved that he didn't seem to really care what the others thought about him. Even when they called him a freak he owned it. I wish I could be like that. I longed to be as free as he was, but I sadly force myself to be like everyone else.
Grabbing my books I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings when Jason came up with Chrissy. Chrissy tapped my shoulder to grab my attention. Turning to her I gave them my best smile that I could muster this morning. "Hey guys, what's up?" I asked sounding as cheerful as always. Jason wrapped his arms around the both of us laughing a bit. "Oh you know the same old same old. Chrissy wants to throw a party but I know you're not really interested so I suggested the three of us would just hang out like old times?" Jason suggested.
Ever since I first moved here with my dad these two weren't really the nicest to me because of the pets I've had, but lately they've been super nice. I guess it's because they heard about what happened to my dad two years ago. The knot in my stomach went up to my throat while I thought about that day. "Sure why not? I just have to get food for Roxxie and Nora first but if you wanna come with you're more than welcome to come." I said as we made our way to our first class that we all had together.
The smile on their face said what they weren't going to say in the open. I knew they grew to love them like they were their own even though they weren't going to admit it yet. "We'll meet you out front after school." Chrissy said with a big smile making me laugh softly. The couple went in before me and my smile fell for a split second before I mustered up the courage to go in. I always sat in the back, even though I was beyond smart a lot of my so called friends made fun of anyone who was smart, so I had to do what I had to do. I sat in the back and did all of my assignments but I never turned them in. Well at least not right away, I'd always come back during lunch to give them and pretty much begged my teachers to give me a C at best even though it was all correct.
As the day went by it was time for lunch. I gathered my books and got up from my seat. I noticed that Chrissy was waiting for me by the door. Making my way over to her, we greeted each other with a warm smile. Wrapping her hand around mine she pretty much lead the way to the cafeteria. Once we got to our table Chrissy sat beside Jason and I sat in front of them. It usually was just the three of us but today some of Jason's friends Patrick, Chase, and Andy had joined us. I gave them a soft smile as I sat and they returned the favor.
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