My Purple Heart

Chapter 13

After yesterday, I was able to get a good nights rest, and was quite surprised to wake up feeling refreshed. As if I could take on the world, and it's challenges. And for today, that would have to be getting ready for school and to push through the tidious lectures of my teachers. Should be entertaining. I peel myself from the bed, unwillingly groaning as I stumble to the bathroom to get ready. I try to keep my routine simple, and if by a miracle, shower if there is time to. Washing my face, and brushing my teeth, I get out and quickly get dressed before I loose anymore time. I pull on a pair of snug jeans and a loose comfy shirt with black pairs of boots to go along with the rest of the clothes. Hoisting the bag over my shoulder, I leave my house unwillingly still struggling to wake up. One yawn after another, I finally manage to get to the schools entrance dragging my feet along the tiles. Walking throught the halls, dragging my feet along the cold floor like a husk, a brainless zombie stumbling in the empty corridors aimlessly. With every turn of the corner my strength only continued to drain from me, followed with more yawns.

"Look out!"
The sudden yell catches my attention as I duck down from whatever may be coming my way. And it turns out to be a hockey puck flying past me, hitting the wall with great force.
"Hehe, sorry about that."
A figure strolls in, a young man on roller skates his clothes ragged and very badly ripped and even covered in paint. His hair was disheveled, with a bandana wrapped around his forehead.
"You really think tossing a hockey pock in the halls is okay?!"
I get myself in a straight position, with a sudden small adrenaline rush I could easily say that I was no longer sleepy.
"Jeez, I said I was sorry. Besides it's not like it actually hit you."
I was only growing more furious by the second. But looking at the clock behind his figure, class was about to start. And if I don't hurry, I'll be late.

"Ugh, whatever. I don't have time for you."
I turn away and instead make my way towards my first class. I was lucky enough that it was only a few turns away. And yet, having a strict teacher wasn't fun. Just as I pass the threshold of the doorway, the bell rings right behind me missing me just by a second. With a sigh of relief I take my seat at my desk, and set my bag down relaxing into the awfully uncomfortable metal chair. They never were comfortable to begin with and I'm sure that plenty of students complain about it too. It's odd that nobody has done anything about it. Not to mention the insane amount of gum stuck under the desks and chairs, it's beyond disgusting. I fear to look under my desk, fully aware that there might be at least dozen of the chewed plastic mint flavored gums. With a shake of my head I get back to the board that already had things written on it.

It was today's lesson and what we will be talking about throughout the class. I glance over it for a moment, but despite my eyes going over the blinding board I wasn't able to understand anything. Perhaps the sleep from my eyes was gone but hasn't left my mind leaving it still cloudy. I lean back against the chair closing my eyes in hopes to get some shut eye before my teacher could arrive as the classroom was still missing her presence. Once my eyes flutter shut my mind begins to flood with the soft purple hues mixed with red-orange combination. It didn't take long before my mind was fully engulfed by his laughter, his gaze, and his soft voice that rings in my ears. It's hard to ignore all the factors that make me blush, and just how fast my heart is racing. I'd be lying if I said I hated this. But as quickly as these thoughts came in, they were quickly interrupted by a loud thud what sounded like a heavy door slamming against the frame. Opening my eyes, I see that our teacher has finally arrived and already looking irritated.

I was already preparing myself for all the lectures she will give us every thirty minutes about our terrible behavior, about us being loud, how disrespectful we are, and how we're not going to get far if we keep acting like this. It has become a habit, maybe even a routine for her to do this for this class. And maybe even for other classes as well, I just wasn't aware of it.
"Take out your textbooks class."
Not even a please, this made it all the more clear that she wasn't happy meaning this class will be all the more fun. Taking out the heavy book from my bag, I let it fall on the desk with a fair thud echoing through the classroom as many others followed.
Let's get this show on the road.