Vasiliki's pov
Usually, every stupid and stressful morning, my phone blares the song 'Holding On To You' by Twenty One Pilots at precisely six thirty-eight in the morning, Monday till Friday. Yet, somehow, on the very first and possibly most important day of the whole semester, my phone doesn't blare at the requested time, leaving me to wake up at seven forty-five. Normally, I would be excited at the sight of an extra hour or so for sleeping; but I wasn't excited when that meant I had to practically sprint to school.
"Vasiliki Provias! You will be late for school if you don't hurry and get out of your bed!" My mom exclaimed, clearly ignoring what I had told her the night before; not to scream in the morning.
"I'm up!" I yelled back, shoving my pillow on my face. I really didn't want to go back to school; as I hated every living being there. There was only one person that didn't piss me off entirely- although he usually got very close. And that person was my best friend, Michael.
Annoyed, I yanked my bedsheets off my very comfortable and pale body, and sat up straight. I looked at my beside alarm clock, and it read: seven fifty. I knew if I didn't run, I would be late, so I rushed to the bathroom, made a pee (because every time I wake up, I have to pee), cleaned myself up, changed into the first thing I saw in my closet, (which was luckily all black), put on my shoes, and didn't even bother looking at my face in the mirror. I didn't want to see how acne full it was today, if yesterday was a sure sign, today wouldn't have been much different.
"Hey mom." I said, rushing. I put two toasts in the toaster, and grabbed an orange juice juice box from the fridge.
"Your alarm didn't go off this morning, did it?" My mom laughed, making what I assumed was breakfast for my little sister, Paige.
"Nope." I said, drinking my juice box. I took my phone out of my jean pocket to check the time. It was eight ten in the morning, and school started in fifteen minutes, and I had to walk there. So I was pretty sure I'd have to run. "I have to go!" I said, rushing to the door. I took my bag and slung it over my shoulder.
"What about your toast?" She asked, motioning to the ones I literally just put in the toaster.
"I don't have time! I'll take something from Michael, bye!" I waved, rushing out of the door. I shut the door behind me, and started speed walking in the direction to the school.
After ten minutes of fast speed walking, I finally arrived at school with three minutes to spare. Everyone was just talking, holding their stuff, as they haven't been assigned a locker, nor have I since it was the first day back from summer break. But not like those lockers were even worth it. I was barely able to put my stupid backpack in it, let alone eight classes worth of supplies.
I awkwardly stood in the spot Michael and I had decided last night that we would meet at in the morning, since he was not there. Girls all around me were hugging each other as if they haven't seen them for years, when in reality it's just been three months. They all annoy me so much. Like why did they have to fucking squeal? Why couldn't they just talk like normal human beings? While I didn't exactly communicate with any of them, they knew exactly not to get on my bad side. They've seen me flip out before, and they don't want that to happen to them. I can be a real bitch sometimes, but I wasn't going to be a fucking softie to get taken advantage of. If someone does something that either upsets me, hurts me physically, or inappropriately, I will not hesitate to punch them in the face and then cut off all communication with them for the rest of my life. So yeah, they know not to approach me with a ten foot pole.
"Hey, V!" I heard a familiar voice call from behind me. I turned around to see none-other than my best friend himself, Michael Clifford. Almost instantly I noticed his hair was yet another colour. I kept on telling him that one day his hair would fall off since he dyed it so often. But this time, it was this navy blue colour, and it didn't look half bad. So I decided to point it out.
"Hey!" I smiled. I was happy he finally decided to show up, because I was about to go tell off those girls. "I like your hair. Just don't come crying to me when it all falls off." I laughed, shifting my weight onto my other foot. Michael just rolled his eyes, as he always did when I talked about how he should be careful with his hair. One day he will come crying to me, and I'll just laugh.
"I can't come crying to you, you lack empathy." Michael laughed. I nodded my head, cause it was true. I was just never able to put myself in other peoples shoes and feel what they are feeling. Not that I couldn't, it was just that I didn't want to. I didn't care about other peoples problems.
"That's accurate." I agreed, smiling. "Hey, what class do you have first?" Being the messy shit that Michael was, he pulled out this crumpled piece of paper from his skinny jeans pocket, and tried to flatten it out. I just shook my head and laughed.
"First I have English with Mr. Mian." He read. "What do you have first?"
I opened my bag pack, and took out my schedule, (which wasn't crumpled, unlike Michael's) and pouted when I saw that I didn't have English first. "I have Math with Mrs. Lolita."
"That's bullshit." Michael groaned. "If we don't have the same homeroom, we won't have lockers near each other." He groaned, running a hand through his newly dyed hair. I was slightly pissed that I didn't have homeroom with him, how else would I deal with annoying fucking losers this early in the morning? Michael took my schedule from my grip and compared them.
"We have lunch at the same time, gym, music, science, and study hall together." He said. I felt quite relieved that we had some classes together, so I wouldn't have to deal with all these idiots alone for most of the day, and I'm very relieved that we have lunch together.
"Thank god we have lunch together." I sighed, fixing my backpack strap and taking my schedule from Michael's grip. The bell rang, and it echoed through the school.
"I'll see you at lunch?" Michael asked, starting to walk the opposite direction.
"Sounds good." I replied, and walked the other way.
The hallway was buzzing with chatter; some students freaking out because they hadn't started their summer reading, and they found out they had a test, others already talking shit about people. In this school, there were no cliché bitches who rule, no jocks who beat up nerds- there were just groups. You stayed in your own group, you'd be fine. And my group, was just a group of two. Michael, and I.
I finally reached the math class which was indicated on my schedule, and took a deep breath. Not because I was nervous, just because it would take a hell of a lot of willpower not to yell at every single annoying teenager in there.
Last night, my mother had given me a whole speech on how I needed to 'improve my attitude' and bullshit. She said if I didn't behave she'd send me to this bullshit place in Atlanta, and that she was serious. I'd just scoffed and walked away. She wasn't serious. She never was.
But nonetheless, I walked into the class, ready to be bored for a solid hour.
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Btw Vasiliki is a Greek name!! Because I'm making her Greek yo
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but I chose acacia as Vasiliki because I actually love her and I feel like I can do a lot with it. Although I did change something like giving Vasiliki pimples and stuff like that, just picture her as Acacia. :-)
