Fuck Labels

Rushing

~Felony's POV~

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

"Ughhhh." I slammed my hand down on what I thought was the alarm clock. News flash, it wasn't. Completely missing the target, I ended up hitting the wooden nightstand. This would have been hilarious, if it didn't hurt like such a bitch. "Ow, fuck," I mumbled under my breath.

Shaking off my hand, I sat up in my bed. Of course, the alarm didn't give out. The insistent ringing, giving me a migraine. "Vale, vale," I said as I turned off the alarm clock, the noise stopping immediately. However, what didn't stop was the constant noise of traffic and people downstairs.

"Felony, ¡Apúrate!" My mother yelled from wherever she was in the house. "Pero, ma. I have..." I started trailing off while looking at the clock, "Ah, shit." The clock read '6:23'. Greaaat. I pressed snooze in my sleep once again. I, not so quickly, tumbled out of bed, looking for clothes to wear.

"'You have' nothing," my mom spoke, her Spanish accent hinting through, "you're going to be late for school." I heard the rattle of my door knob as my mom walked into my room.

"Mira, tus habitaciones son un desastre y ni siquiera estás vestida." My mother practically shouted. "Si pero, I have a lot going on, Mami." I tried to reason, as I rushed to the bathroom. "You're 15, the most you have to do is finish your homework," she said, running a hand down her uniform, as she gave me a pointed look, "aunque apenas haces eso."

"Alright, I'll do my homework. Can I finish getting ready now?" I say, applying toothpaste to my toothbrush. "Fine, but have you seen my badge?" Ma asked, running a hand through her short curls. "No, ma. Why'd you take it off your uniform to begin with?" I questioned after spitting out toothpaste.

I quickly tried to get dressed, as my mom continued," I didn't need the smart ass comment, I took it off to wash my uniform." With that, my mom walked out of the bathroom, probably to look for her badge.

How was I being smar-... you know what, never mind, I thought as I finished putting on my navy blue cargo pants. I looked under the bathroom sink, trying to locate a hair elastic. After scrambling through the cluttered mess for what felt like 30 minutes, I was able to locate a pack of unused hair ties.

Quickly putting my locs into some form of a messy bun, I ran to the mud room. "Mami, ya me voy," I yelled, slipping on my Retro Air Jordans 1's and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Do you need me to drive you," my mom asked, appearing in the foyer. "No, ma, I'm good. Besides, it's quicker to walk!" I said, rushing out the door. "De acuerdo mi alma, te quiero." Mom replied, walking to her patrol car. "Te quiero mucho, Mami." I shouted back, practically running to the school.

Pulling out my phone, I checked the time '7:03'. Ok, so I have 12 minutes. That should be eno-, "Ayo, Felony." Someone, successfully, cuts through my thought process. My head quickly snaps up from my phone to find who intruded my thoughts. "Hey, Izzy. ¿Qué tal acho?" I question, nodding my head in response.

"The usual cutting class, you know." I chuckle at her response, still questioning how she hasn't failed yet. "One day they gone catch on, Iz." I retorted, bumping shoulders as I passed her. "Es lo que es," she laughs, turning to wave at me, before heading to who knows where.

Swiftly, I pulled my backpack to my stomach. I unzipped the bag and began to delve through it in search of my headphones. After bumping into multiple people, I finally found them.

Quickly, I began connecting my headphones to my phone. Opening my Spotify, I began playing J.I.D., my newest addiction. Zipping up my backpack and moving it to my back, I began weaving through the crowd of people.

I turned on my phone, reading '7:12'. Shit, if I pick up the pace, I might get there on time. So, there I was running through the streets of Brooklyn. Finally, arriving on the campus, I ran up the steps into the main hall.

I booked it to my locker, opening the lock. I hurriedly put my first period books into my book bag and put my Jumping Spider Suit in my locker. I slammed my locker closed, about to run to class...

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

"Fuck man," I say under my breath, slamming the back of my head against my locker. The pledge comes on, signifying that I'm officially late. Rubbing my hand down my face, I walk to my class.

After debating, if I should knock on the door or just go home, I decide on the prior. I take a deep breath before pounding on the wood. Crossing my arms, I wait for someone to come and open the door.

"Ms. Flores, a pleasure, as always. You're late for the third time this week." Mrs. Corine acknowledged as I walked into the classroom. "At least it's not the fifth time!" I tried to redirect the conversation. "It's Wednesday," she added, raising an eyebrow.

"I know, but I-," I tried to explain but was, rudely, cut off. "I don't need the excuses, Flores, detention after school." She says, trying to end the conversation.

I groaned, trying to think of a way to get out of it. "Listen, I can't today. I actually have... things to do." I press, moving my hands with my words to express myself. Trying not to directly say, 'Hey, I have to save New York, cause I'm Jumping Spider. Oh yeah, and without me, you'd all be dead.'

"Well, Ms. Flores, you should have thought about this before you decided to be late." She stated, turning back to the board. Dejected, I head to my seat near the back of the class, with everyone watching me. "I didn't 'decide' anything," I mumbled before slouching down in my chair.

I heard a giggle from next to me. I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, Lizzi." She held her hands up in mock surrender before responding, "I didn't say anything." I turned towards the front of the classroom with a huff.

I leaned my head back off the edge of my chair, sliding my arms behind my head for support.

It's gonna be a looong day.

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Amaris

The first chapter is done!! Hope you all enjoyed it!! Vote and comment, if you want, lol!! How are we feeling about the chapter length? Do we want it longer or shorter?
Posted- Saturday, June 10, 2023



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