Hey Siri

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Dedicated to @Eye-Spy for the lovely cover above, Thank you it means a lot :)

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 Thud

That's it. I'm going to school in my pajama pants.

That was like the sixth time I fell today wearing my skinny jeans, but no more. Apparently the creators of such impossibly fitted clothing didn't consider the fact that girls with big feet, aka me, don't have ankles made of rubber. And can most definitely not get past the whole pull-it-up thing.

I usually believed in dressing smart because it helps me be more productive throughout the day and kept my mom sane. But today has to be one of those ultimately bad days where everything I do has a negative impact, so I rather let it be how it is. At least, the upper half of my body looks well put together, well kind of.

Today's day hasn't quite started off optimistically. I ended up getting toothpaste in my eye this morning - don't ask me how, and aggravated my already irritated left eye by poking myself with a mascara wand. This is the worst kind of burning pain. Now I can't stop winking and probably look like a perverted old man at his own funeral.

I scramble around to find my phone, which is unusual as I always have my things properly arranged. "Hey, Siri?"

"What do you want me to do?" Found it!

"What to do when you get toothpaste in your eye?" Well, he must be put into good use.

"According to Google, rinse it out." He seriously thinks I am dumb, doesn't he? I put on a poker face, but realize that it's pointless, he's an app, technology; maybe I do need to spend less time with nonliving things-

"I know that bit, you idiot. What to do after that?"

"Ride a pony, have a water war with some friends, then bake some cookies."

Is he for real? Anyways I don't have time for his lame -yet unanswerable- comebacks now because unlike him I need to be somewhere or more specifically school.

"BYE MOM, EVE DON'T YOU DARE STEAL MY PUDDING! SEE Y'ALL LATER." I locked my front door and headed to the garage, to grab my bike. Once I am all set, I ride down the familiar path to school, it's weird because I have only one functional eye, the other one just keeps flickering my vision. Halfway through I met Viva who also bikes with me. Honestly, she could just walk to school, but according to her biking is her excuse for exercise. For some absurd reason, she doesn't consider walking as an exercise.

"What on earth is wrong with your eye? You've been winking at me ever since morning." She asks parking her bike, as I followed her. "At first, I thought you had got something in your eye while biking, but that something seems persistent."

"I can't help it, I got toothpaste in my eye," I say lamely. "Then I thought I'd make it look normal using some makeup, but ended up with this wink-illness"

She started laughing crazily.

"Enough" I ordered.

She laughed harder.

"Okay, yes laugh at poor ole' me but seriously enough it's not even that funny, heck it's not funny at all!"

"HAHAHAHAHA"

I stomped her foot and ran into the school building, satisfied when I heard her yelp, serves her right. Due to my half blind vision, I didn't notice someone grab my hand and ended up tripping on my shoelaces. Great, just great.

I looked up to see Gwen smiling sheepishly "Oops?"

"It's fine, just give me your hand." She helped me get up and I realized she wasn't alone.