Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I groaned in frustration as I rolled over and slammed my hand down on my alarm clock.
6:58.
Shit...
"DAMN IT! I OVER SLEPT AGAIN!"
I jumped up and crazily rummaged through my drawers. "Socks... Socks..."
I pulled on my grey socks and darted to my closet searching for my favorite dark grey skinny jeans. Locating them, I through them on and pulled a Bring Me The Horizon band T-shirt over my head.
I started a short journey to my bedroom door, and quickly made my way into the hallway.
"Shoes... Glasses... Eyeliner... Hair." I mumbled softly has my hand connected to with my face. I turned around and started back to my room.
Thump.
"Ouch." I groaned as I breathed in the scent of the hard wood flooring in my hallway.
Damn it I'm so clumsy!
I quickly got up, despite my scrawny figure, and began a much too long search for my black converse. Sliding them on, I rubbed on a thin line of black eyeliner, and quickly ran my straightener over my dyed blue hair. Situating my fringe to glide across my forehead, I put my glasses on and admired myself for a moment, smiling a toothy smile, covered with purple braces. My pale skin glowed in the dim lighting of my room.
Quickly, I turned to my right and grabbed my Supernatural backpack, throwing it over one shoulder, and proceeding out my bedroom door.
Running down the hallway, I came face to face with the kitchen.
"Hi mom, bye mom!" I spoke, plucking a piece of toast from the plate on the table.
"Bye baby, have a good day!" She shouted after me.
Having a car would be really good right now. I thought as I ran down the street nawing on my toast trying desperately not to choke on it.
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I made it to the front doors, only to hear the unfortunatate ringing of the bells.
"You have got to be kidding me! Late again!?" I shouted out loud at absolutely nobody.
I hung my head as I walked through the empty corridors towards the office.
The dreaded office.
Life has been hard with dad gone and all. We haven't had much money, and moms' bartending job doesn't really get us anywhere. I try working at the WalMart down the street from the school, but that doesn't help much either. Luckily, I'm clever and have letters from Yale, Harvard, Princeton, and Stanford. Life is good having a high IQ level. Especially when stupid jocks come by paying me to do there homework. Of course it isn't much, by hell, I'll take what I can get.
"Damon, late again?" The lady at the desk smiled at me knowingly.
"I over slept again, Marie. I need to get a few more alarm clocks." I laughed at my own humor.
She smiled at my failed humor and handed me a late slip. Being late all the time has led me to first name basis with receptionist.
"Off to hell now, I'll talk to you tomorrow morning, Marie."
"Good luck, Damon. I hear Mr. Ricks is a bitch."
"You have no idea, but I think he hates me." I smiled halfheartedly and turned on my heels and began to make my way to the classroom I like to call a penitentiary
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"Ah. Mr. Fields. Nice of you to join us. Do you have a reason for being late?"
I swallowed hard trying to think up a good reason for being tardy. "I.. Uh.. I fell down my stairs this morning."
I don't even have stairs.
"Take your seat Fields. We will discuss this after class." Mr. Ricks said dismissing me, obviously not believing my attempt at lying.
"Yes sir." I hung my head, locking eyes with the floor as I passed rows of laughing teenagers.
Taking my seat, I pulled my sketch book from my backpack and began to draw. Instead of drawing fictional characters, or famous idols, I looked up at a boy that went by the name of Drake, who sat to the left of me. His bone structure was perfect for drawing, and I loved drawing people with perfect bone structure. Quickly I guided my pencil across the paper, being sure to keep my sketch book hidden from the idiotic jocks that happened to surround me.
Don't think of me as creepy. I'm not a pervert. Having a sketch book full of my classmates does not make me a pedophile.
Okay maybe a little.
