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It was around 6AM a Monday morning I believe, that morning per-usual I was drowning in my bed. Every day for the past three months felt the same boring, null. Or maybe I was just numb. I zoned out stared at the ceiling wall until I heard foot steps approach my door. I hurriedly jumped out my bed. Last thing I wanted this morning was to get caught in another argument with my mother. That woman can be such a handful. I started to pacing around my room acting like I was doing whatever I had to do. Then I heard her aggressive knock on my door.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
I knew she was going to knock, but I still flinched. Jeez. The way she knocks so aggressively always scares me into a gloppen mood. I was in a rushing to put on my school uniform, tripping over myself as I put on my sock.
"What?!" I yelled from my door.
"Open the door Anna!" My mother yelled.
"OK." I yelled back. As I swung open the door to my room. My mother spoke immediately, I could barely even hear what she had just said. I gave her a puzzled look plastered on my face.
"Huh?" I said as I looked back at her awkwardly.
"I said take out the trash and put up the dishes." She gave me an tense irritated look.
"Okay." I sighed. She left my room. I straight away went back to getting read for the day. So far it had been only three months into the school year. Previously I was homeschooled until my mother got tired of me. So here I am now. School so far was been mediocre. Honestly most people have just been snobby and mean megalomaniac. Okay maybe I'm over-exaggerated the narcissistic part maybe . . . The bad talking, Gossip, bringing down other girls. And for what? If people bad talk other people continuously then chances are they'd do the same for you. Its just uncomfortable and icky. Thinking about this gives me a headache.
I started to paint my lips with gloss after doing my usual routine. My hair was only midway to a full dry point, waves of slight frizz started to form. All that hair spray and tight buns from ballet, probably damaged my natural wave pattern. I fixed myself up a bit after exiting my room to do my chores. I walked into the kitchen to look for that stinky trash bag I had to take out. Found it. It was predictably awfully heavy and stinky. I snatched a big winter coat and pulled it on. As I left the house headed to the dumpster I spotted light pink piece of paper drift through the wind. Without a crumb of hesitation I dropped the trash bag. Well I didn't want trash to drift off I usually pick it up. So I ran after after the tiny paper chasing it, until I caught it. As nosey as I was I read a peak of the paper. Only one word as on the paper writing out "Ballet" In bold black ink. What a coincidence two I like on this paper, the color pink, and ballet. I shrugged. I picked back up the trash bag, continued to walk towards the dump. I threw both. the paper and bag into the dump pile.
Shortly I went back home to gather my belongings for the school day as I headed out. I started to walk through the cold. Finally I arrived at the school gate.
Time Skip:
-4th Period
"Anna." I heard a familiar whisper of a girl, just right behind my back.
"Yes?" I said back casually. I turned around to face her, my friend. My friend Nadia
Nadia had been my friend since I first got into this school. She has nice dark straight hair which I very much envy, along with dark brown eyes. She also has a strange cussing addiction, she just cusses a lot. I'm not exactly sure why.
"Was that plant alive a second ago?" Nadia said as her eyes widened.
"Stop with your tricks I swear to gumballs." I rolled my eyes.
"No I'm being f#cking for real girl. I swear today is weird." Nadia said with an genuine then added a smirk after.
I turned around to look at the monstera plant which she was referring to. It was completely dead. Gray, dead, dry, stale. I could've swore It was bright green and healthy just yesterday. What an abnormal situation.
"Now when I think about it. You have a point." I looked at her suspiciously. I became very completely of this situation.
"You be casting spells or something?" I joked with a smirked.
"No dude. No you know I don't f#ck with that. Only Jenna be into all that weird sh#t." Nadia replied back to me with no hesitation. She did have a point though.
"I don't wanna think about this. Girl, it's October AKA spooky season. The teacher is probably playing some joke." I shrugged.
"Damn that's some criminal minds thinking right there." Nadia paused. " I guess you are right." Nadia nodded as her gaze shifted towards the front of the classroom. Her eyes widened.
"Oooh look at him." Nadia said as she raised her eye brows playfully at me.
Slowly I turned my head to to the front of the classroom to see a boy. He was about 5'9, brunette brown eyes, asian dude with a dimple. I wasn't really surprised this time maybe reasoning in I've already bumped into him about twice by now. Never did I get his name. I spotted the teacher telling him to introduce himself. Everyone went quiet for this awkward introduction.
While he was giving his talking aloud his eye scattered the room they stopped on me. I looked at him well since he was talking, but I can't maintain eye contact I'm just to awkward so I stared to act like I was on my phone to avoid eye-contact.
"Hello, I'm Yang Jungwon. And I'm 17 years old. That's my introduction thanks." He quickly spoke, shortly he sat down on the other side of the room adjacent to me.
Then the realization hit me. I was holding my phone upside down that whole time. The embarrassment.
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Sry yall this was rushed. I HAVENT UPDATED IN A WHILE BC OF SCHOOL. 😍 Anyways I hope yall like the chap. Luv u all <33
