Melancholy

Lethargic

The sound of birds chirping and the smell of rain woke me up. My window is half way open. My ceiling fan cools my sweaty body as I sit up in my bed. A pang of pain hits my side as I attempt to get out of bed. Ouch. Must've slept bad. I pick up my phone from my nightstand and look at the time. 4:56 am. How is that even possible? Why are the birds chirping? Why am I up? You know that feeling you get when you wake up and you feel like you've over slept but you did the exact opposite. I guess that's the kind of feeling I'm having. I turn on the lights and look outside. A gradient of soft pink, blue and orange paint the sky. It 's an abnormal March morning. It's so warm. The last time it was this warm was supposably, when I was born. My mom said that there wasn't even a Spring that year, it just went from Winter to Summer

I don't want to start my day so early in the morning so I lie back down and go on my phone to see what I missed out on. I check my Instagram and then my profile. I was never fond of my feed.I check my twitter and then my Kik messenger. I look at the unread message from my boyfriend. It reads Good night baby. I accidently fell asleep when him and I skyped until midnight.

I like him a lot it's just a shame he doesn't live in the country. Long distance - gotta love it. I put down my phone and just lay still.

I stare at the popcorn ceiling as I think about how I'm going to put on my make up and what bottoms I'm going to wear. My school provides uniform tops but we have to buy our own bottoms. They have to be solid black, preferably dress pants and if you chose to wear a skirt it must be solid black and one inch below the knee. I unlock my phone and look at the weather. It's going to be 28 degrees Celsius with a high percentage of rain fall. I always check the weather, just to do my make up accordingly. If it's humid and going to rain I skip foundation and eye shadow.

5:30 am.

I swing my feet over the bed and decide I might as well get ready. I grab my make up bag, my undergarments, my pencil skirt and uniform top and go to the bathroom. I strip out of my tank top and shorts and turn on the shower. No matter how hot or cold the weather is I always have to take a warm shower, I don't know why. I lather my body in cooling tea tree body wash. I stand there for five minutes doing nothing but just imagining impossible scenario's. I often think of meeting Keegan (my boyfriend) but that's never going to happen. I get out of the shower and wrap my towel around my body and brush my teeth. I dry my body and put on my clothes. I brush my hair up in one. My hair is too short to make a ponytail so it just goes up into a poof. I wing my eyeliner, fill in my eyebrows, and put on nude lipstick. I go back to my room and half ass make up my bed.

6:27 am.

My mom stomps out her room and goes to the bathroom. She's really grumpy in the morning, but hey who isn't? I grab my violin, my backpack and my gym bag and walk downstairs. I dump cheerios in a bowl and pour in milk while waiting on the water for my tea to warm up. I take my iron supplement and allergy medication when all of a sudden what feels like a wave of tiredness takes over me. I wasn't so tired just 5 minutes ago. It's probably because it was too hot for me to sleep last night. Soon, my mom comes downstairs to join me.

"Why, do you always eat these sugary cereals in the morning? They give you no real nutrition!", my mom reprimands.

"It's too early for this", I mumble.

"What?", my mom shot back.

"I said good morning. Where's dad?"

"He went to work at 4:00."

My mom walks down the the basement to watch the news with her medium hot coffee in her left hand like she always does and I went to make a lunch. I usually don't make a lunch but I woke up so early that I have excess time on my hands. I made a small chicken wrap. My violin case itself weighs 5 pounds and with carrying my backpack and gym bag I dread walking to school.

7:12 am.

I like leaving my house at 7:20am so I can meet up with friends. I put on my black flats and my camo spring jacket and sling my violin case over my shoulder along with my backpack and gym bag. I look like an absolute nerd walking to school with all these bags. Then it dawned on me, it's Monday. The worst day of the week. No wonder I'm so tired.

"Goodbye mom!"

"Bye."

I grab my keys and I'm gone. A warm breeze swept my face as I walked out the door. The giant tree in front of my house is budding. Spring. I walk down the main street and stop at the the busy intersection. The air was clear, the grass is wet. The road are damp. It rained. The light turns green and the walking sign lit up. I think to myself it would be such a nicer day if I didn't have to go to school. I got to school and went to my locker. My friends and classmates were sitting on the floor with their instruments waiting for class to start. Klorrisa, Flora, Sage, and Aria sit in a circle laughing at some dumb internet thing. I open my locker that I never lock and stuff unneeded books in there and my lunch.

"Hi Essie", Klorissa says, that's my friends nick name for me.

The rest of my friend acknowledge my presence.

Klorissa gets up and looks at me concerned.

"What's wrong", she asks.

"I'm tired", I say under my breath not even looking her way.

Klorissa straightens up.

"Mhmm, tired. Sure".

"Yes, Khloe", I look at her and smile half heartedly.

The bell rang.

"I wish you were in strings", I say.

Strings is one of my open course classes that I take. In strings you can play either the violin, cello, viola or double bass.

"Me too", she smiled and went off to her class.

I got into class, set my bag and gym bag in the back of the class and violin beside my seat. I took my violin out and tuned it as our teacher came in. Flora sits behind me, another one of my friends named Lee sits next to me and Sage sits in the viola section.

"You look tired ", Lee says as she applies rosin to her bow.

"I know, Keegan and I stayed up skyping each other", I don't look up from my tuner.

"Awwwww", Lee teases.

"Guysssssssss", Flora yells.

"What the...", I turn around.

"What you guys talking about".

"ESSIE'S BOYFRIEND", Lee screams.

"Shhhhhhhhhh", I get hot in the face.

Flora laughs.

"We need to keep things low-key in here", I joke.

"IT'S NOT REALLY LOW-KEY WHEN I CAN HERE YOU GUYS ALL THE WAY OVER HERE", Sage yells from the other side of the room.

"Y'all have a volume problem", I mumble.

"Or maybe you're just not as hype as us", Lee pokes my side with the scroll of her violin and Flora pokes me with her violin bow.

The final bell rings and class commences.

After attendance our teacher gives us a music piece for our chamber groups. As she explains the piece I can't help but feel my eyelids get heavy. I put my head down and take a short nap. Lethargic. Too tired to even function. I can't wait for this day to be over.