one - karim

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i wake up to someone banging on my bedroom door.

"get up! you're going to be late for school!"

groggily, i open my eyes, blinking at the harsh morning light.

"karim can you hear me?! i said get up!"

more banging.

"alright, alright i'm up!"

i groan and roll over, knocking my alarm clock onto the floor in the process. it breaks on impact, spreading across the floor. fuck. i don't have another one. i'll just have to use my phone.

i climb out of bed, hunting for my jeans and a clean t-shirt.

on the first day at my school, we always get given the chance to go in wearing non-school uniform. it gives the chance to show your individuality and provided a first impression on your new classmates that you have control over.

by the time i'm dressed i have about 10 minutes until my bus arrives. i decide to skip breakfast, to give me enough time to get to the bus stop.

"okay, i'm leaving now! see you later," i call as i exit the house.

the first day of school. great. a fresh start, right? wrong. i have a- reputation around school. as a player. i just don't have an interest in anyone i date. it's so easy to cheat when you don't like your s/o like that.

sometimes i wish that i did like people i dated. maybe then it would be easier to stay faithful. when i was in year nine i made a checklist for a perfect partner. things like:
kind
helpful
loyal
popular
nice ass (of course)
good at communicating
selfless

the list continued. the funny thing is that i didn't fit most of the categories. and yet i had such high expectations for others. i'm such a hypocrite.

the email i was sent tells me that i need to go to G-17 for registration. mr plann's room. i reach it just before the bell rings.

i reach out my hand to push it open, take a deep breath, and step into a new year of being a shitty person.

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