Microphone - Luke Hemmings

2. Happy mornings

If there is anything that everyone hated about me it would be my mood in the morning. Most people hate waking up in the morning, but it is the best part of the day for me. I have a really strict organized schedule. I always wake up at 6:00 go for a 20 minutes run, come back home, have a shower, and then make breakfast and get ready for university. You would be wondering why anyone would hate me being a morning person, but along with being the latter I'm also a very loud human. So waking up at 6 is synonymous to me walking around the house like a dinosaur and singing and whistling and occasionally tripping deafeningly on the stairs. That was enough to wake the whole entire neighborhood. My father yells at me daily for being loud at not having any consideration for his sleeping schedule.

"Good morning." I practically yelled at my sister when she entered the kitchen.

"I hate you." she grumbled giving me a dirty look.

Her hair was a mess and she didn't even wash her face. She had a big sauce stain on her pyjama top and I could smell her bad morning breath all the way from the dining table. Her look and the sound of my dad walking down the stairs was my signal to leave the kitchen, get my bag and helmet and run out of the house. After checking my phone and finding multiple messages from Sammy reminding me to pick him up, I grabbed another helmet and ran out of the house after declaring my departure and confirming my love and affection to the living zombies in the kitchen who ironically just groaned back at me.

Suzy, my motorcycle, was waiting for me near the door and I felt like she was the only thing that was genuinely happy to see me so early in the morning. It is the most beautiful Suzuki TU250 I have ever laid eyes on. It took me months of begging and years of saving to get it but it is with no doubt the most valuable think I have ever earned and riding it was such a pleasure. Living in London was so hectic but with a motorcycle going through traffic proved to be a lot easier and way more enjoyable. I started gaining interest in motorcycles at the age of 14. When our parents forced Sammy and me to take boxing classes to learn how to defend ourselves in the very dark scary streets of London, I met Santiago my box trainer who also happened to be a huge motorcycle enthusiast. With him talking about the machines a lot and forcing us to watch his little tricks, I gained a big interest and wanted to ride one so badly. Sammy ended up leaving boxing classes because he thought it was too dangerous and not worth ruining his perfectly straight nose. Myself and my ugly nose, on the other hand, decided to stay and learn boxing and motorcycling from Santiago and I haven't missed a training session in years. Getting this beauty was so exciting and it was thoroughly worth all the lecturing and worrying I had to undergo from my dad.

After getting to Sammy's house and texting him 30 times, he finally graced me with his very drowsy self.

"Good morning." I cheered giving him a big smile under my helmet.

"What's so good about it?" He argues rolling his eyes at me and snatching the helmet out of my hand before showing it in his head.

"Well, the weather is nice and we are riding to school together and everything is amazing." I said with the biggest smile on my face while Sammy positioned himself behind me.

"I can't wait for mid day."

"Why is that?" I questioned turning around slightly to get a glimpse of his face.

"Because it's around that time in the day where you become your old cranky self, who hates the world and not some sugar sweet Barnie the dinosaur wannabe."

I only giggled at his remark and started the engine to head to University

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"I hate my life." I sighed, when I walked out of the last class of the day.

"Oh! Look who is back, my dearest friend Sal. I thought I lost you for a moment it's already 2 in the afternoon." He cheered giving me a side hug.

"Shut up," I said slapping him away "I can't believe Mr. Jones just asked us to try and get interviews with famous important people by the end of the semester. Do I look like someone who would be acquainted to famous, important people, or even have a conversation with them?" I said pointing at myself.

"Excuse me, but what do you consider me? If not an important person." he joked wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Stop it, this is not funny!" "How are so calm about this, I'm freaking out."

"Maybe because I let my parents pay for this thing and don't have to worry about losing my scholarship." he said shrugging "we will figure it out don't worry about it."

"Now we have a job to do and we need to be in there in 15 minutes so shap shap." he said walking ahead of me.

Adriana, the coffee shop were we worked for the past 3 years, had to be the most crappy looking place in the whole entire city of London, but it was still one of the busiest coffee shops in town because it served the best coffee and homemade muffins in the whole entire world. The Mangoni's were very proud of their secret coffee recipe and made sure to not reveal it to anyone, not even the waiters. Sofia, who happens to be the daughter of the owner, the manager of the place and our very dear friend, was very secretive about what they put in their coffee and no amount of sneaking in the back room helped us uncover the dark secret ingredients of the coffee we served every day. Working there was hectic but fun nonetheless. We had our fair share of funny encounters and the regular customers were so sweet and gave great tips. We also got celebrity costumers once in a while. One time Benedict Cumberbatch walked into the coffee shop and I just dropped a whole tray full of mugs from pure shock. I had to pay back all those mugs from my paycheck, but that selfie with Benedict himself was worth all the mugs in the universe. As we got there Sofia was sitting behind the counter smiling like an idiot at some costumer in a table in the other end of the room and the waiters who had a morning shift were getting ready to leave.

"Hi guys! You're a bit late." Sofia remarked looking at her wrist watch.

"Sorry, I'm stressed." I said to her running to the back room to get my apron.

"Where are we doing the get together this time? It can't be my apartment because it's so messy." She said following both of us to the back room

"We will do it at my house this time." I said "By the way, I won't be working tomorrow because I have to take Sally to some concert."

"You're not serious?" She said in disbelief "tomorrow is Friday; it's going to be so busy."

"Well sorry I can't do anything about it." I shrugged leaving the back room to officially start my shift

Today's shift was just a mundane afternoon serving caffeine deprived people coffee and smiling forcibly at every single one of them. I was glad it was over and I could just go home curl up in bed and forget about the world. I suddenly remembered I had to give my sister a ride and endure a concert full of young teens after coming back from university tomorrow and my heart jumped in my chest. I hate crowded places, especially if the said "crowd" was some obnoxiously loud fangirls, but there was nothing I could do about it and I had to go through tomorrow and just try to forget the agonizing experience for the rest of my life.