Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The annoying beeping noise, known as my alarm, was repetitive, and very annoying.
“Mmmm,” I groaned, hitting my nightstand till my hand fell on the snooze button. I had never been a morning person. Like. Ever. But today was different. I felt groggy and unfocused. Like things were still a little funny. Was it even possible to get a hangover on weed? The snooze let me sleep for 15 more minutes before I was forced to get up.
I got up, getting dressed for the day, throwing on a pair of cutoffs and a loose t-shirt that said #SWAG. I had gotten it when I went to the beach with my friends, last spring break. To top off the outfit I matched it with a pair of brown combat boots. I wish it were Friday already. But it was only Thursday. Quickly, I brushed my hair, teeth and threw on a minimal amount of makeup, trying to make up for the time lost by me waking up later than normal.
Walking outside to my car, I quickly started it and drove down Main Street to my school, Bainview High. We didn’t have assigned parking spots or anything, but everyone knew that the first spot on right wall of the main building was mine. It had been mine ever since I was a sophomore and got my car.
As I pulled into the lot, I saw a red convertible with the top down, pull into MY spot just seconds before I could.
“What the hell?” I muttered to myself. I was not in the mood. My head was foggy and I just didn’t want to deal with it. But it was mine. Everybody knew it. I stopped my car, turning it off, and got out to tell whoever was parking in my spot to please move.
“Hey, uhmm, I normally park here. Could you please move?” I said kindly to the girl getting out. She had long brown hair and that was all I could see before she turned around. Shit. It was Brooklynn Rodriguez, the perfect tanned, perfect grades, perfect cheer captain, and perfect bitch of the school.
“I don’t think so.” I didn’t want to fight but she was pushing buttons. I knew she was a senior and way more popular than me, but shouldn’t there be some respect between a senior popular and a junior popular.
“Come on. Please?” I half-begged.
“I said no,” she said getting her books and turning away from me. I sighed, knowing I couldn’t stand up to her, I returned to my car. It pissed me off to know I couldn’t do anything.
I just circled the building, only finding a spot in the back of the left wing. I was late to my first period class, geography, because it’s in the right wing.
“Why are you late, Miss Godwin? Please do enlighten us,” Mrs. Wooding said to me as I walked in. I rolled my eyes, because she always did this to any student who walked in late.
“I dunno, some bitch took my parking spot,” I said walking to my desk in the back, but stopping mid-walk. I was in such a daze, that I wasn’t even paying attention to my words.
“Miss. Godwin! Language!” she said shocked. I turned to look at her, my books in my hands. She took the reading glasses off her ugly nose and looked at me with a one of those parent stares that rarely affected me.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“Office. Now.” I groaned at her words. My day couldn’t be worse. I trudged to the office, taking my leisurely time. I could afford to miss the whole class, and even some of 2nd period. When I got there, I knocked on the office door.
“Come in,” the voice on the other side said. I opened the door and saw the scrawny Mr. Llahn on the other side of his desk.
“Hey,” I said.
“Oh, Kimberley. What did you do this time?” I was scary how he knew me by name. I did get in trouble often.
“Accidently said bitch in class.”
“Oh, I see. It’s not as bad as some of the stuff you came here for,” he awkwardly said. But I laughed.
“Remember when you caught me smoking on campus?” I said smiling.
He cleared his throat. “Yes.”
“And when me and Jamie Longhorn called in with a bomb threat on the say of exams?” I laughed out lound remembering the prank call that resulted in the entire school being evacuated.
“Of coarse. But you need to change. Kimberley, you really
need to think about your future.”
“It’s whatever.” I was beginning to be board.
“I can see I’m clearly not getting through to you. You may leave.” He shooed me away.
“So that’s it? No punishment?” I asked, surprised. It had always been a detention, isolated lunch or something.
“Nope.”
“Huh. Cool! I said.
I walked out, but as I was leaving I saw disappointment in his eyes. I don’t know why, but it put a pang in my heart.
