Sincerely

Leeon

Summer went by way too fucking fast.

Granted, I didn't do much this summer. I did the usual, I studied. I researched. I kept to myself, I stayed in my room more than anything. And it's not like I would rather do anything else. My room is...fine. It's enough to keep me from wanting to rip my hair out. Which is a guarantee if I step foot out of this room.

I look up at my ceiling in a blank stare. My room is still. The house is quiet. And since I'm a human alarm clock, I didn't need to set an alarm to wake up for school this morning.

5:30 am.

I sigh deeply and sit up in my bed, reaching over to my dresser to take my glasses out of my glasses case. I squint as I put them on and look across my room at the calendar on my wall. It's definitely the first day of school. For some reason, dreading it made it come way faster.

I don't hate school, I hate people. I like to learn, actually. Except for math, I can't fucking stand math. I'm not good at it and I never will be and I'll never try to be either. For some reason people get surprised when I tell them I'm not good at math. Maybe it's the glasses, even though that's a stupid fucking stereotype. Or maybe cause I just excel at literally everything else. School isn't hard when you have nothing else to put your energy into. People just never have their priorities straight and would rather get drunk and high and have sex with random people instead of doing their homework. How stupid can you be?

All that shit won't matter in the next few years. Unless you have a baby, then it will for the next 18.

People are just like math, they don't make any fucking sense. The only difference is that math has a right answer, and with people, there isn't one. And there never will be. Something math and people have in common, they're both fucking difficult for no reason.

"Goddamnit." I grunt as I stand up and turn on my lamp on my dresser. I really couldn't care less about what I wear to school. People don't really see me there unless they need help with something or need a random person's opinion on something that won't matter in the next five minutes. I pick out a green sweater with a white collard shirt to go under, and some jeans. Nothing special, I like to not be seen. Another thing I'll never understand, why people would want such a stupid thing.

I slip on my clothes and drag my feet to my bathroom. I flick on the light and stare at myself in the mirror.

"You look like shit, Leeon." my reflection spits at me.

"I know that." I grunt as I pick up my toothbrush, lathering toothpaste on the bristles. I brush my teeth while humming and thinking about how I want this day to go. It's my last year, I don't need to put in as much effort into people or my work. I don't even know what to do after high school. Preferably anything but what my parents do.

I spit out my thoughts and watch them go down the drain before turning off the water, then the light.

"Leeon? Are you ready?" Mom calls from downstairs.

I ignore her and pick out my shoes, sitting down on my bed to slip them on.

"Leeon?" She calls out louder, and I hear her feet climbing the steps.

"I'm coming! Just give me a minute!" I yell back at her. I don't feel bad, I don't like being rushed. I grab my handbag and throw it over my shoulder.

"We need to get to the school early, I'm already supposed to be there by now but I let you sleep in. So hurry up or you'll be walki-"

I'm already down the stairs and opening the front door by the time she finishes her sentence. Guess I didn't need a full minute. Plus, Mom running her mouth is enough for me to get out of the door as fast as I can.