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"Crap." I muttered under my breath. I was currently standing on deserted bus stop because apparently, the bus has left 5 minutes ago and I obviously don't have a car. I couldn't just call my only friend so I could hitch a ride with him, which only proves how much of a loser I really am. This only means only one thing. . .
I had to walk to school. Yay! What a great way to start the day, I thought to myself, oh so sarcastically. Don't get me wrong, its not like I hate walking, its just that the walk to school from the bus stop was like 15 minutes. Did you hear that? Flippin' 15 minutes, of just flippin' walking!
But I didn't have a choice, so I plugged in my earphones and turned on some music. I was happy the weather was good.The slightly chilly September air was relaxing and the wind was fanning my face making me crack a small smile.
I was wearing a pair of worn out jeans and an oversized grey hoodie. I was in a hurry this morning because I woke up late so I didn't really take the time in picking my outfit for the day. I snorted at that thought, like I ever take the time to make myself look good. I wasn't really one to wear make-up, super tight dresses that can suffocate you to death, shirts whose cuts are so low that it looks like your boobs are about to fall out, and extremely high heels that could probably and most likely trip you and make you fall face first on the floor.
I took a glance at my feet and stopped dead in my tracks. "Holy freakin' shit!" I screamed. Since I was in such a hurry, I forgot I was still wearing my big green, fluffy frog slippers whose tongue sticks out every time I take a step. Yeeep, I'm that awesome!
And right in the middle of my thoughts, an old lady sitting on her front porch glared at me so hard it could burn holes through my skin.
"Watch your language young lady!" The old hag shouted so loudly it probably woke her neighbors up. I mean I could hear it through the music playing in my earphones.
To say I'm embarrassed is an understatement. Think about it, how would you feel if a random old lady sitting on a rocking chair at her front porch scold you like you were 10?
I felt heat rushing up my face and muttered a quick sorry and began walking again only this time faster. I groaned inwardly. If I head back home to change my shoes I would be late for school. Pshh, like I wasn't already. Class starts at 8 and its already 8:15 and I'm not even halfway through the walk to school walk. I began feeling aggravated.
"Ugh! Why don't you just run me over with a truck?!" I screamed at the sky pretending that God could actually hear me. Crap, I spoke too soon. As if He was answering my prayers, NOT.
It started pouring, literally. It wasn't just little, tiny sprinkles of rain, it was big droplets of water that sting when it hits your skin.
"Ugh! Can this day get any worse?" I said feeling agitated.
After 25 minutes, I finally arrive the hell hole they call school. I know, I know, it was a 15 minute walk and it took me 25 minutes to finish it. But what can a say. I'm just an amazingly slow and uncoordinated girl who can't even run a quarter of a mile to save my life. And when I opened the doors to the oh so treacherous place, a small smile made its way to my face because I noticed the halls were deserted and pin drop silent.
But my wonderful moment was ruined and my smile instantly vanished as soon as I saw the clock hanging on the upper right corner of the wall. I stared at it thinking that maybe, just maybe if I stare at it long enough, it might change the position of the black lanky hands of the clock. And then I realized : "Fuck, I'm in deep shit."
