Owe [A Rusger book]

[Dim-witted.]

[Damn, I guess you were a-]

[Dimmwatt. I know.]

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It had been a couple of days since my sugery had taken place, while I was happy with my results, something felt... off. My chest had been increasingly itchy, to the point where I'd been tossing and turning in bed. I pondered what could be the root of that issue, but nothing could bring me to ask the computer. I knew well that if I searched on google what could be wrong, I would get some crazy results, and my secret would be spilled over something so miniscule. Instead, I blew it off as just the healing process. 

I stood up from my bed looked at the clock drearily. However, I wasn't as dreary when I realized it read 6:10. I first flung myself to my closet, and then I rushed into the bathroom with a random cluster of decent clothes in my hands (albeit, they were from the hamper, I had not a single moment of time to waste being picky. I practically flung myself into the tub, not even bothering to wash my hair. As soon as I hopped in, a tossed myself out, sIipping on a new outfit, it was as if I didn't even wash, which was rather uncomfortable for me. I squeased the minty green toothpaste onto my brush lazily, some falling onto my shirt, which I rubbed off with my hand, and started to shove the brush against my teeth and vigeroushly brush. 

 I spat out the mess of saliva and toothpaste, rinsing my mouth, when I felt that terrible itching sensation crawl like bugs on my chest. I reached under my shrirt and scratched the scarred area with much ambition, my hand glazing upon the multiple stitches. My scarred chest felt tender, the area burning from irritation, like hot coals laying on the top layer of skin. However, I had no time to worry, it was most likely the dryness of my skin after a shower.

 I sped out of the bathroom, snatching my brush on the way out. I flicked the brush through my hair a couple of times, as my foot caught my ankle, sending me tumbling down the stairs. I smashed face first into the floor, groaning. I popped back up however, cursing to myself as I snatched my bag off the floor. I threw the brush in my backpack randomly, and bolted out.

The breezy air was nice, usually, I'd have more time to let it soak into my pores, but today, I was determined to not let the clock be the downfall of my hopes and dreams. I sprinted, nearly breaking my ankles with how fast I was running (due to the fact that I would take a few mis-steps  and a few unrepaired dips in the ground -which were more like pot holes - taking me by surprise). I approached closer and closer to the school. Weird, Russia would usually already be by the double doors, but, he wasn't even there at all, hell, he wasn't even around me on the walk, otherwise he would of paused my idiotic pacing. 

I gasped for breath, clutching my chest and hobbling about the halls like a newborn fawn. I soon made it to my class, where there, instead of the teacher, was the mean ole sub that I just could not stand, I embarked on anyway, just walking to the classroom door, thinking it wouldn't be a big deal. She then stopped me, folding her arms.

"Why are you late, again, Germany?" She growled, her teeth glistening in the blinding school lights above. You'd almost expect her to start foaming at the mouth at the sheer amount of rage that was radiating from the lady. She was practically seething!

I took a moment to get back my air, before replying to her question. 

"Well, I uhm.. I slept thru my alarm..?" I muttered, thinking that was good enough of an excuse. The teacher didn't, however, and ended up giving me a 5 minute long lecture about how I should be, at this point, waking myself up to be dedicated to being the best version of myself I could be. I sighed deeply, waiting for her to quit her ridiculous rambling. 

When she finally ordered me to sit, I trudged on over to my seat and slumped down, immediately staring off into space. The time ticked down, and right as I was doing an assigment, I felt an awful itch on my chest. I thought nothing of it, and gave myself a good scratch, which satisfied it for only 2 seconds, before the agonizing itch came back, I scratched and scratched, begging that this itch would dissipate, but it never ever ceased!