Just a Feeling

Chapter 5

A bright light shines through my eyelids.
It must be the lamp we have on every night. ( I don't like complete darkness ) Just as I turn, ready to sleep again, I feel a hand on top of my sheet, and a voice saying, "Wake up little Bee, you don't want to be late for school." Actually, I do. I don't tell her that because it won't get me anywhere. Except to school of course. She keeps rubbing my shoulder until I finally sit up. There's no point in getting up, my body says "sleep".

I was so exhausted yesterday, that I forgot to leave out my clothes for today. It's no biggie. Unless you're like me, and take too long to pick an outfit. I push hangers with clothes left,left,left, until I decide on a sweater and jeans with warm, cozy boots.

After making my bed, I walk, almost naked, to the bathroom just at the left of my bedroom door. I'm ready to get this over with, but the door is closed, and I see light underneath the door. I should've known. Every time my mom wakes up before me, she goes in the bathroom first and takes at least ten minutes. Doing what? Applying her makeup, and who knows what else. I grab my phone so I at least know how late I woke up. 7:20. That's the time I eat my breakfast. If Mom doesn't come out soon, I'm gonna- I'm interrupted in my thoughts, just as the door squeaks open. I waste no time. I get my phone and clothes, and push past my mom into the bathroom, and lock the door behind me.

When it's 7:30, I speed down the stairs, and thankfully, I see that Mom has warmed up my milk. I dig into my favorite cereal, and try to savor it because it makes my taste buds tingle with happiness. In no time, I've finished my breakfast and rush up the stairs to brush my teeth in only 20 seconds. My feet pound on the carpeted stairs, and I grab my bag, water bottle, lunch, and boots. With only a minute to spare, I remember my phone and put it in my sweater pocket. What a relief.

HONK! "Call Kath-" "There she is" I say. Katherine takes a few minutes to get out the door. She should be ready, I don't expect much from her.
"Morning." she says, out of breath. "Morning," I mumble.
At the sight of my school, my stomach drops. I don't know why I feel nervous. It's not about worrying, I guess my body reacts negatively to my school. Wouldn't blame it either.

After Mom drops us off, Katherine and I just talk for five minutes. I feel like I need to be dragged inside this school. I'm just not up for anything social. Or Mrs.Hess.
"Kathy?" I groan. "Uh, yeah?" she says with a grin. "I think you need to drag me inside." She huffs out what's supposed to be a short laugh. "Come on, let's go." I follow her, because I don't want to be embarrassed. Embarrassed, because I seriously want to rest my body on the soft grass and sleep forever. Well, not forever, but that's how long school feels like. I give everyone fake smiles. I mean, who's that happy to be in school today anyway? I'm only here so I can go to college and do something in my life. As I stomp on the stairs, my eyes are droopy, and I can barely keep the, open. If I liked coffee, I would've had some to keep me awake.
The second I sit down in my chair, I fold my arms, and quickly rest my head on them. I have fifteen minutes of peace. I might not be awake by then, but I don't care. I just.....want to....slee-
"Hi"
"What?" I moan. I lift my head, and slowly turn, it's Mariana.
"Oh. Yeah, hi." I'm seriously not up for a conversation. "Are you tired?" she asks curiously. No. I'm just wishing I were dead right now.
"Yeah, if you don't mind I just wanna rest a bit. Thanks." She gives a disapproving look, but what does it matter? I need the energy, if not motivation.

Too soon, the bell rings. Everyone should be in class now, or they're late. Announcements are on. What could they possibly announce on the second day of school? I watch as everyone stands up and place their right arm on their hearts. Why?......
I bounce out of my seat, surprising myself that I at least had the energy to do that. I recite the words I have learned since I was four. And plop back in my seat. It's not like I'm patriotic. Everyone would just stare at me because I forgot to stand up. Excuse me if the flag is more important than my sleep.