Falling For Impossible

Really Couldn't Care Less

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

"God dammit!" I yelp as I struggle to slap the off button on my hell machine. If there is one thing I hate more than my own life it has got to be that alarm clock. As I struggle to get out of my covers my door opens and my little brother walks in. "You know there is such thing as knocking, you should really try it you little turd." I'm a bitch in the morning, it really can't be helped.

"Man, what crawled up your butt and died. I just came to say breakfast is ready." My brother is probably one of the most smug people I know. He almost always finds a way to embaress me or throw my words back at me. It's almost comical, all the bickering we do.

As he goes to close the door I throw a pillow at his head and do a little victory dance when it hits him square in the back of his coconut of a head. I mean that kid needs to move on from Ned's Declassified already!

Finally I get up and pick out some clothes to wear for school. Now, I hate school with a burning passion and I don't see the point in putting any effort in it at all but I'm still a girl so what can I say I kinda take a long time to get ready in the morning. I want to at least look decent until there is no need to any longer.

If it weren't for needing an education to get the hell out of this god forsakened place I wouldn't even bother showing up!

I mean there really is no point in going to school, only to be made fun of all day and always be reminded that you have no friends.

Finally after some procrastination I decide on a cream mid sleave top with black skinny jeans,red converse and my trademark leather jacket. I won't lie I do have some sense of style but when every girl around you wears bubble-gum pink, and has a shit-load of makeup on, I tend to stick out like a sore thumb.

Finally I make it downstairs, only to notice my barbarian brother has eaten every last bit of the shitty breakfast. My mother tries so hard but she's just so far from a domestic mother it's past the point of comical.

"Thanks a lot you little dweeb now I have nothing to eat but left over fruit!"

"Your welcome" He smiles at me sweetly. The nerve of that little snot!

"Nicolette? what are you still doing here, sweetie you should have left 10 minutes ago your gonna be late!" My mother tells me.

I look over at the clock just in time to see that I am in fact late again, so I grab an apple, kiss my mom on the cheek, an shoot my brother one more scathing glare before I grab my helmet and run out the door. I hop on to my sleek black Honda and go way past the speed limit down our private road.

What normally is a fifteen minute drive takes me about five minutes. As soon as I screech into my spot I place my helmet on my bike and I race in the double doors and into the hallway. I slam open the door just when the tardy bell rings and I cause our teacher Mr. Chase to jump and for everyone to look up at me in surprise.

"So you decided to finally join us Miss.Connor, well I think this is a new record hmmm, your earlier than usual."He sneered.

Damn and I thought he would be nicer today...Not.

As I take my seat in the way back I can hear the snickers of the Trash squad or, as they like to call themselves the Pops. Yes the Pops.... I thought we were past third grade as well but they seem to have got tripped up in that magical time where recess was an hour long and art classes were the shit.... Ahhh the good days!

Ugh, if I could go just one day where everyone in this damn school, including the teachers, were nice to me I would run around naked screaming the lyrics to Forget you By CeeLo Green, but before I could think of any of the other weird shit I would do, I heard a clear as day hush that came over the room.