Sleep Deprived

The Writing On The Wall, School

Well, remember that something stupid Hazel had mentioned earlier I would do?

Yeah, never in a million years would it occur to me that eating my own words could turn out to be such a delightful addition to my already substantial morning meal. I swear, if I had a coin for every time I accidentally brought the wrong bag to school, I would find myself having two coins, which wasn't much but it was weird that i- You know what, you know the joke, you know the shtick, you finish the sentence; I couldn't be bothered anymore. With my world in complete disarray, all I could do was to just sit there on my seat, flabbergasted at the idiocy I had showcased for the entire world to see. Or at least, my class sooner rather than later, during Mr. Wade's class where he would quickly realise that I didn't have the english homework that was due today with me.

Ah, shit.

I guess that's the potential consequence of sleeping late, I thought to myself. I fucking forgot to put which bag on which desk. I wanted to hit my damn head with a baseball bat right there and then, but I had neither the bat nor anything to hit in the first place. There was nothing there, just air within the cobweb-infested attic that was my cranium. Absolute buffoonery, truly.

"See," Hazel started. "You should've listened to me when I said 'Check your stuff again.' But no~, you just had to be all 'Oh, I got everything under control, nothing to worry about here', and look what happened!"

"That's not really helping now, is it?" I groaned, as I banged my head against the table. Luckily for me, most of my classmates were already making their way out of the classroom in time for the daily morning assembly, so I didn't have to worry about them overhearing me. Not so luckily though was that this concerned only most of them.

"The hell are you doing?" A voice came knocking on my eardrums. Once again, as I had mentioned earlier, nothing lay behind those things besides only empty air, so the echoes that did end up reverberating within my head once the stimulus had been passed on didn't take that long to become noticeable. I looked up and sure, there it was, a face of a girl who was only slightly taller standing than my current slouched posture sitting.

"You just slandered me in your thoughts, didn't you?" Mai asked me in an irritated tone.

"No, of course not." I got out of my seat, also getting ready for the morning assembly, and gave her a reassuring smile. As genuine as a fake smile could possibly be, anyways. It didn't look like it convinced her, but I had other more pressing matters to worry about. It wasn't like she was going to-

"Ouw," I let out, having been taken by surprise with a quick strike on my lower leg. "What!?"

"Nothing." She returned the smile, a demonic smile if I ever saw one. "So, what's up? You seem quite distressed so early in the morning."

"Yeah, I wonder why." At times, she could be the most perceptive person in the world, almost Hazel-esque in how she was able to read my mind, but at other times, she could also be the most clueless green airhead I knew. It was amazing, just how big of a contrast she could be to herself. Sure, it was kind of unfair for me to judge her using this predicament as a baseline, seeing it would be quite the difficult challenge for anybody to know that I had brought the wrong bag - like hey, even I failed at that - but still, my point remained.

"I'm being serious here. Did you not get enough sleep again? I swear, I could never get people like you!"

"Did you nag at Ji-Sung again about his sleep schedule?" I smirked, as we both made our way out of the class and towards the main hall.

"Of course, I did. So, don't you think I'm going to nag you too like I used to, I already have my hands tied up with that guy."

"Oh, I would never. Besides, that's not the problem here. It's something arguably even worse than that."