You Frustrate Me Incredibly

An ordinary day

*alarm clock goes off*

I grunt to the earsplitting sound of the alarm clock that rings right beside me on my nighstand. I slam my hand on the clock to turn it off. It's morning. Spring break is starting tomorrow. Just one day I need to get through.

"Okay", I say getting up with a scoff.

As I get up I catch a glance of the time. Shit. I'm late. I rush quickly to the bathroom to get washed up. The weather is still kinda cold. The cold water I splash on my face gives me little shock. Good, I really need to wake up. I run back to my room and throw on the first outfit I could find. Right when I'm about to head down, I stop in realisation.

"Wait" I say turning aroung grabing my headphones and Walkman. "That could've been a disaster". I head downstairs and first thing I see is my dad, laying on the couch in a quite uncomfortable way. Still he reeks of beer and looks like a living dead person.

"Dad" I say in a rather loud tone "Dad!" I raise my voice shaking his shoulder and he flinches a little

"Shut the fuck up Millie", he says in a quiet but angry manner

I shake my had in desperation. Whatever. He's in a fucking trance shit or something. He thinks I'm mom. I just grab my things and head to school. And since I have already missed the bus I pretty much have to run like hell like most times. Honestly getting to school in the morning has become a daily workout. I either walk or run. At least time passes just a bit faster when I listen to music. I just put on "Crazy Train" and start walking. Ozzy fucking rocks.

Finally arriving outside the school, I crouch down holding my knees to try and catch my breath. Usually I arrive just on time but this time I was really late. I hear a car engine rumbling but I don't really bother to look. I'm still recovering from the "marathon". The car stops and I hear the door opening. I still keep my head down. I don't really car-

"Well well well", I heard a familiar voice from behind me. But definitely not pleasant. "Look who we have here" he continues.

I sigh

"Fuck off Munson", I say not bothering to turn around

"How 'bout you say it to my face and I'll think about it", he says mockingly. I could imagine the cocky grin on his face. I turn around to face him. Yep, there it is

"Are you more used to people insulting you in your face?", I ask making fun

"Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing the defeat on your face", he shoots back

"Or maybe you don't know what 'fuck off' means", I say annoyed. "Are you planning on going to class? Cause you reek of weed", I say trying to get him off my back.

"And you reek of beer. What's that about?", he ricochets my comment

"None of your fucking business", I say defensively

"Right back at yah", he responds. I glare at him and so does he. Dammit, I gotta get to class. Agh!! Fuck.

I break the staring contest.

"Whatever Munson, I don't have time for your shit", I say in defeat turning. I didn't see it but I knew for a fact that he was celebrating his 'win'.

He gets on my fucking nerves. Mainly know him because of Alex. A friend of mine. With whom he hasn't any kind of relationship with, but Alex's brother is Gareth. The kid from the Hellfire club. I guess that's why Alex doesn't really have a problem with Munson at school. Honestly, I don't know how she's so popular and liked when she has conections with Munson. She just manages to make people have a different opinion about her despite who she knows and/or her family. Not that I think bad of Gareth. But other ones at school talk shit about the Hellfire club. I honestly don't think Hellfire is a bad club. I don't like the rumors that go around about it. I mean, Dustin and Mike are in it too and it kinda makes me mad when I hear people gossiping and saying that it's a satanic cult or something. I played too and I actually miss it. If Munson wasn't in there I would probably join. But the way things are I can't.