Me and the Mystery boy

School

I tried to slap her arms away but failed miserably because I was still trying to shake the sleep off of my flailing arms,"Mom go away I don't want to go to school! You can't make me!" I growled into my pillow. I absolutely HATE Mondays I have tried pretty much everything to make my Monday mornings better and more pleasant but nothing works. I have never in my life met anyone who wakes up on a Monday with a smile on their face and says,"I absolutely love Mondays." Then start to sing and dance and I don't know why I've never met someone like that before, oh yeah that's right, they don't exist!

She chuckled and yanked my blanket clean off of my body,"Excuse me? I am your mother and you will do as I say. I brought you into this world, I can take you out."

I have heard her say that before, plenty of times. I lifted my head to look at her smug expression and groaned,"Mom just five more minutes of sleep." I wasn't asking for much I mean five minutes wasn't to much to ask for but I knew as soon as those words fell from my mouth that she wasn't gonna give me even a minute more of sleep.

She rounded my bed and pushed me off. I landed on the floor with a loud 'thud' sound,"Sorry but that's not how it works Amber. Get dressed and be downstairs in twenty minutes. If I see you in that bed in twenty minutes I'm going to throw you into the pool and don't think I won't." I growled again but did as I was told because I was not going to be thrown into the pool like last time.

I slowly pushed myself off of the wooden floor and trudged to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, letting the hot water run over my body and loosen my muscles making me feel more relaxed and ready for the day. After a couple of minutes I hopped out of the shower and slung a towel over my body on my way to my closet. There were so many clothes to choose from but yet none of them looked appealing to me. After sifting through my closet I settled for my favorite high waisted acid washed shorts and a mint polka dot crop top. I also quickly applied a small amount of makeup on my face because I didn't want to look like a complete zombie. I swiftly snatched my purse off of my nightstand and adjusted my hair into a messy sock bun. I shoved my big feet into my black high top converse and ran downstairs.

Once I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw my mom eating cereal on our wooden kitchen table looking perfectly put together as always. It seems like even when my mom only has twenty minutes to get ready she manages to look so put together and professional. When I got closer to her she picked up her cereal bowl with one hand and her car keys with the other. She placed the bowl in the sink and she started jogging to her little Honda suv. I locked up the house and jogged after her. I barely plopped down into the passenger seat when she started backing the car out of our driveway and racing to my school.

I explored my purse searching for one of my breakfast bars, now where is it? AHA! I found it, see I knew I had put more in here. I nibbled on my breakfast bar while my mom was driving as if she was a nascar driver except she stayed in between the speed limit of course, and she stopped at all the stop lights and stop signs. I don't see why she was in such a rush to get to my school. It was just school, nothing special.

We arrived at the entrance of my school moments later. I popped the door open and gathered my stuff. I huffed as a piece of hair fell out of my messy sock bun and fell into my face, man was that going to bug me today. I closed the door and turned my gaze toward my school. Wellington High.

My mom rolled down her window and spoke to me,"Amber have a nice day. I might be a little late to pick you up today because I have to go to meetings all day. So if I'm not here ten minutes after they let you out then just walk home from here."

I waved her off,"Okay mom have fun with that."

She sped off and I slowly started making my way to the front doors and all of the people. I'm not really much of a people person I prefer to be that person who sits in the corner and doesn't have conversations with anyone. You know that really antisocial one? Yeah that's pretty much how I am around strangers. Thank goodness this isn't my first year at this school and I managed to scrape up a group of friends who I usually hang out with.