Monday; the dreaded day everyone hates upon arrival. But who you are determines the reason: It's clear to see, as I walk through the usual commons' entrance. The 'school air' immediately makes the chemicals in my brain imbalance: automatically. I try to ignore the feeling as I sit at my usual table: taking the fifth seat down, setting down my mug-shaped thermos of warm, peppermint hot chocolate, and pulling out my kindle knowing my friends always come in almost ten minutes to the bell.
As I settle in, crossing my legs and tucking them under my seat gingerly, I am once again reminded of why, I specifically, hate mondays. I feel a nudge of a backpack against my head. I tense, annoyed, but I carry on: trying to find where I last left off on the digital page on my kindle when I felt another.
I grit my teeth; "Maybe it's accidental?" I try to reason with my own raging mind.
Then I hear snickering, and a harder shove against my head. My hot chocolate bursts out of my mouth upon impact and sputters over my sweater vest.
Fudge it.
I whip around, my eyes narrowed and my teeth barred in a snarl as I examine the situation. The jocks just had to sit behind my table, and they just have to act like the attention-deficit toddlers they are.
I guess I caught one's attention because the rest of the 'squad' turned around to look at me, some were standing from pushing each other earlier, and the others were sitting down: all were looking at me. I swear I've seen this scene before.....Oh! From that one nature documentary I watched. Fun Fact: A pack of hyenas tend to study and circle their prey... before attacking and devouring it entirely.
There's a few moments of silence before one of them, I assume: becomes nervous from my I'm-debating-if-jail-is-worth-it-don't-test-me glare.
"Uhh...sorry..?" He shrugs non committedly.
Oh. my. God.
I'm going to commit arson.
