My Stupid Life

ONE

ONE

"Mom?" I call out, into the empty foyer. My voice rings throughout the room, and after not getting a reply, I suspect that she's out still, probably hasn't gotten back from the airport. She'd texted me at around five, telling me that she was just about to get on her plane back to Washington, but I was still suspicious of how long her flight would be, as I never really ask in advance.

 This, however, is just the normal thing for me. With her always on business trips, and the rest of my family in Florida, it's usually just me in the two-bedroom apartment. But, I also don't really mind, being the loner I am. I chat with my siblings weekly, and my dad almost ever month, so even though it's been four years (and almost five thousand fights) since I've moved up to D.C., I still feel somewhat close to my family.

 Each summer spent down at the beach, meeting up with my old friends, even going down to swim meets with my old teammates. Nothing beats the summer. Unfortunately for me, it's the beginning of winter, and unless what happened in that movie, Frozen, happens to me, but backwards, I doubt I'll be back home with my friends anytime soon.

 Shifting back into the real world, I relax my shoulders and let my backpack fall from them, the weight of my notebooks, textbooks, and laptop finally getting to me after a full day of school. The worst part being it's only Monday, meaning I'll have to go through another four days of torture until I'll be met with a weekend full of books, anime, and most likely Sims 4. For now, I fish my iPhone out of my bookbag, turn on some Mindless Self Indulgence, and make my way to the kitchen counter, where I plan to start on my English paper that'll be due on Wednesday.

 "Want it, need it, á la mode! Serve that shit fucking co-o-old. I can't stand it when it's all alone, coz everything is better when it's à la mo-o-ode!" The familiar lyrics pour out of my mouth, and my laptop screen-saver greets me as I open the lid to the MacBook Air. The cute anime couple, Asuna and Kirito (my all time favorite) greets me with their adorable pose, Kirito asleep in Asuna's lap, his mouth slightly open and Asuna looking down at him affectionately. The happiness I feel when I see a couple washes over me, and even though I know they are fictional characters, I can't help but long for the forever-binding love that they share.

 Shrugging off the thought, I open up Word and start at it, and soon realize I've spent two hours writing my damned English essay. I can't say I made no progress though, as it is almost complete, the only thing left to do is to print it out so I can hand it in tomorrow. My teacher, Mrs. Harsh loves it when I hand in my papers early, it gives the other students an example. But, it also makes me look like a goody-goody. But fuck those kids they don't know me. They only know the fact that I get my work in on time, with good marks too. Unlike them, who end up getting Cs and Ds, a few Fs in the mix too.

 Out of no where, my phone starts buzzing, and it throws me off so bad that I almost fall right out of my chair. I look at the screen, and smile, clicking the answer button right away.

 "Hey Jaymie!" I can see a clear picture of the boy I'm on the phone with in my head, as he replies, with, "Hey Casey!" He's probably still wearing his school uniform, but rumpled with his green pendant draped over his neck, the leather band it hangs on laying limply over his white unbuttoned collared polo shirt. Either that, or it's tangled in his hands like it usually is in class. His black hair is most likely jetting out in all directions; the ends dyed orange and some even yellow. I can see how his green eyes are looking over what's in front of him, probably his laptop or a manga. Maybe the one he had been reading earlier today in our art class. He cares none for the subject, and usually reads while I do his assignment for him, because I sure as hell could use the extra practice.

 "So, Case, have you done that English paper yet?" he asks, his mouth sounding full of something. An apple maybe, after watching the anime Death Note he became obsessed with snacking on apples. Practically carries one with him everywhere he goes. "As a matter-of-fact, just finished it before you called. Why? Do you need some help with yours?" The teasing tone of my voice earns a sigh, and probably an eye roll from Jaymie, but then he laughs and says, "Yeah, actually. You could help a ton. Maybe in trade I'll help you with your math. You failed the last three tests, thank the Gods they were only for practice."