6:30 am. I’m early.
Something must really be wrong with me. Nobody, I mean nobody, would ever go to school this early on a Monday morning.
I scoff. That stupid alarm clock. I don’t even know why I still keep it.
Carrying my green bag, I walk past the guards and head towards the Fili building. I drag my feet up two floors to my classroom. Since my room is still locked (even the key keeper wanted to sleep in), I sit down on the floor.
My thoughts were still about my bed and fully pillows when I noticed another early bird sitting on the other side of the corridor. Poor guy, his alarm clock must be malfunctioning too.
“Tsktsk,” I shake my head. That causes him to look my direction.
I immediately turn away, embarrassed that he might have gotten the wrong idea. I’ll just pretend that that didn’t happen and hope that he isn’t some narcissistic jerk.
I grab my player and earphones so that I could listen to my favorite songs and dissolve into my own world.
After playing the song “Everything Has Changed” by Taylor Swift, the key keeper arrives. I stand up and dust the dirt off my pants. The key keeper opens the door to my classroom.
As I enter, I catch a glimpse of Mr. Early bird. He’s reading a thick textbook.
I smile before turning away.
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6:34 am. I’m early again.
I don’t like making a habit of this. My bed and I haven’t spent enough time together.
My dad just had to have a morning appointment, didn’t he?
Going up to the third floor, I try to wake my mind up. All I have are thoughts of Spongebob and ponies so that can’t be good if I actually want to reach my classroom in one piece.
Thankfully, a few slaps get me and I reach my destination alive.
I sit down at my usual spot and bring out my earphones. Mr. Early bird is there again, reading the same book but I pretend not to notice.
After ten minutes of waiting, I receive a text message from my best friend.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?” Mr. Early bird looks at me, puzzled. My cheeks turn red.
“I’m sorry.” I tell him and he returns his attention to his book.
You can’t blame me for screaming (and making a complete fool of myself)! I just found out that our first two morning classes were cancelled. And no one, not even my “most bestest friend” bothered to tell me. I woke up early, showered in cold water early and… woke up early!
Son of a… grasshopper! This is not a good day!
I stand up and prepare myself to leave when I hear Mr. Early bird clear his throat.
He is holding out a piece of paper with a message.
“What’s the problem?” it says.
I am about to speak when he interrupts me. He shakes his head and points at the piece of paper.
Oh, I get it.
I pull out a yellow pad paper and write.
“Classes cancelled,” I show the message to him.
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Operation Centuria: The First 25
Teen FictionThis is the first thirty stuff of the Operation Centuria series. It is a compilation of short stories by three different authors.
