Skin And Bone

Pineapple?

My eyes snapped open before the alarm on my bedside table went off.

It was 5:50am as i quietly crept down the stairs, the only sound were the loud ticks that came from the large clock in the living room. I put the coffee pot on for dad, and buttered a few pieces of bread for mum.

As for myself, i took a bite of a big, red apple. It took me a good 5 minutes to swallow. I wrapped the apple in a napkin and threw it in the bin. Mum hated food being wasted, but i just couldnt do it. I couldnt finish the apple.

I grabbed my bag and guitar, then left for Matt's house.

there was no way he'd be awake at 6:30, but i still knocked on his door. I knocked louder and louder until i heard a soft click. The door flung open, and there stood Matt with an evil scrowl on his face.

"Why do you do this to me?" He asked plopping onto the couch. Before I had a chance to answer he was snoring.

Matt had been my friend since 9th grade.

I remember being in the music room one day at lunch singing and this short guy walking in. He had light, wavvy brown hair and he had a light tan. He'd stared at me awkwardly then said "I like pineapple."

How we became friends after that was beyond me, but well, 2 years later here we are.

I let Matt sleep while i watched an episode of Looney Tunes and attemped to do my math homework.

I dont understand why I need to be taught how to divide and multiply numbers and letters when i planned on singing and playing instruments for the rest of my life.