Ch. 2: A millions reasons why I'm bored

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Friday

It was morning now and it was time to wake up to go to school. My loud alarm woke me up, it beeped and beeped until I pounded the snooze button and lifted my head from my pillows. I yawned for a few seconds and then got out of bed and walked into my closet. I picked out a normal outfit: A midnight blue tank top, black cargo pants and a pair of black platform boots. A joy to wear, really!

I don't really eat breakfast, so I left my apartment without eating. I was heading to the bus stop when I suddenly realized that it was labour day... so that means I don't have school today. GODDAMMI-

Well, after I had a 'mental breakdown' I started heading to my lab, but then I saw in the corner of my eye my best friend, Zoey and a student from my high school, April O Neil... exit a manhole. My jaw drops in disgust and I run over to the two. "Zo'? Erm- why the hell did you just climb out of a manhole?" I ask her, not noticing my tone of voice. "Oh, heyy, Vee..." Zoey said, awkwardly waving at me. April just stares at me and doesn't say anything.

"...So you're not gonna tell me what you were doing exiting the literal sewers?" I asked Zoey, opening my arms in suggestion. "Well, we were just uhm-" Zoey was saying, but got cut off by April. "A science project! We were testing out... germs?" April said, grinning nervously.

Zoey then sighed and looked at April. "I think we should just tell her, April..." Zoey said to April, and that got me hella' skeptical. "Uhm.. If you're gonna tell me your are in a cult, then I want nothing to do with it. Bye." I said, immediately turning on my heel and walking the opposite direction.

I didn't hear them call my name to desperately make me come back, so that was good. But also kinda made my suspicion grow... I mean, why were they in the damn sewers? That is a question I don't know if I want the answer to...

Since school is out I started heading to my lab. But I'm not sure what I could work on in there. Well, it's not only a lab. It's also like— a second home for me. Can you tell I don't have much friends? Lol

As I arrived to the lab a pressed a button on my watch I went down the stairs to my— 'second living place' should I just call this a lair? Nah it really ain't a lair... it's more of a bunker. So yeah! My secret bunker. Where my lab and garage and kitchen and everything I practically own is! Sometimes I think I should just move out of my parent's apartment and just live in my bunker. But— I'm only 14 and I luv my mama and papa (◔◡◔)

I throw my bag onto a bean bag chair and plop down on my tulip chair (no it is not a tulip-shaped chair it is a type of chair.)

"Man... what the hell am I gonna do now?" I ask myself, groaning in the process. School and my work has always kept me busy. I mean, I have other hobbies, but sometimes I'm just not really in the mood. I am not saying I'm lazy. Trust me. I literally plan and organize my day in the morning. I like being productive, okay?! Though I kinda just want to be appreciated for how much hard work and effort I put into things. I try so hard to be nice and perfect and the top and be.. loved. But it just never works out for me. Stuff never goes my way; and I hate it...

Anyway now let's see what I shall do today!

I ended up spending 8 hours playing on my phone and doing workouts whenever I got bored or tired and now I'm bored as hell and I don't know what to do now. I sigh and flop backwards on the floor I then look over at my closet and a mischievous smirk appears on my face... oh I know just what to do. I get up from my chair and swing open my closet door. There was where I spotted my sweet sweet SWEET suit.

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