Chicken for the Heart

Chapter Three - Front Office Ladies Are Creepy

Dedicated to ZBikaRA, my Real Madrid fan buddy!

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Chapter 3

Uggh…

With my mouth opening and closing every five seconds just to yawn and dark shadows under my eyes, I honestly felt like I was dying. Mornings are so annoying, I silently muse to myself.

Mum had woken me up at six even though school starts at 8:30am. Now I have so much time left that I could’ve used for sleeping. According to her, I need the extra time.

Dad and Fry are probably both asleep while mum’s downstairs making breakfast in the kitchen.

Which leaves me here in my bedroom. After staring at my wardrobe thinking about what clothes I should wear, I finally realised that I can’t really choose my clothes seeing as our school has a school uniform.

I’m pretty dumb sometimes.

I get dressed in the royal blue school top and some black skinny jeans before heading to the mirror. I don’t put any makeup on because it’s so annoying. The last time I wore it, I nearly went blind.

…Should’ve known that mascara isn’t meant to be shoved inside the eyes. Apparently it’s for the lashes.

Cringing at the thought, I leave my face the way it is, and pull my hair into a high ponytail.

Taking another glance at the mirror, I quickly examine myself. Over the holidays, my dark hair had grown quite a bit. Though my face was still the same, I had finally lost the rest of my baby fat.

Knowing that I had dwelt on myself in the mirror for too long, I grab my bag and head downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen I greet good old mum.

After munching on some toast for breakfast, it’s nearly 7am meaning that I still have more than an hour left for school. As I’m watching the morning cartoons, mum, unfortunately but not surprisingly, kicks me out. And it’s all because I ‘take my time’ getting to school.

So here I am, walking at 7am to school with a packet of chips to keep me company. Why couldn’t mum drop me off with our second car? Oh wait, wasn’t it because I did my science project on it last year? I was so sure that it would’ve worked. But umm… the car kind of… got sick, to put it nicely.

I say hi to the local homeless man, Jed, and continue down the road. Jed has to be my favourite hobo. Why? Because he’s got the best beard ever!

With the perfect cut, Jed’s beard looks even better than Dumbledore’s. He once told me that he uses strawberry shampoo for his beard. How cool is that?! I bet all the other hobos are like ‘I wish I had an amazing beard like Jed’.

If I ever had a beard, I think I would use my straightener though. You know, for the right silkiness and everything.

“Oii!!!” I hear a voice shout.

What the hell? Who was that? I want a cat called–

“Get off the road!”

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“The mental asylum is the other way!”

I finally snap out of my thoughts and stare at where I’m standing. I’m surrounded by cars, trucks and motorbikes with the drivers all yelling angrily …at me. One thought comes to mind.

Where the chocolate fudge was I?

A slight blush covers my face when I realise that I’m standing in the middle of the highway holding up the traffic.