A Pheonix

Chapter 3

That's amity up the top. She's actually one of my friends out of the fictional universe but I like to bend the rules.

I'm kidding stop crying

Beep beep beep beep beep be-

"Fuck off i'm up!" I groaned, whacking my phone at supernatural strength. I heaved my body off my most cherished love in my life. Tears began to form as I realised my mentality was put, once again, at stake to the knowledge of going back to school.

I stare at myself in the mirror, my top bun now sliding off my head. Sun beamed through my window and burned the tears off my eyes. In agony, I dragged myself away from the blinding light.

"Phee get your ass down here! I have carrot waffles!" Called Aunty Laura. I shivered at the thought of the stomach curling substance in my mouth. She has grown an unstoppable obsession with dieting, and it's hanging on its last string.

I threw on a pair of leggings and a white t-shirt. The makeup bag on my windowsill that I received for my 12th birthday was untouched and shining bright. The temptation was real.

After my experience of femininity, I looked like a glowing panda.

Fuck it. Nope. Nope. Nope. Fuck. Not happening.

I wiped off the paint on my face and raced down stairs.

After choking down the last crumb of carrot waffle, I filled my backpack with all of the shit I thought would be necessary. My phone, my homework I forgot to complete, tampons, and my pencil case.

"Phee it's five minutes to the first bell. Get your ass on that bike seat," persisted Aunty Laura, still sipping her coffee from three minutes ago, "More days like this and I'll be teaching you calculus in the basement."

Shit

Bolting through the door, cutting my finger on the plastic on my bike helmet, And raced down the road on my bike. The unbalanced forces we learned in science was starting to make sense. I was about to die.

Ring ring ring

"What?!" I yelled, attempting to ride my bike with my right hand while using my left to hold me phone, "I don't know who you are but please fuck off for two seconds, thanks!"

Skidding my bike across the concrete, I hung my helmet on my bike handles and raced inside the school building. The strong smell of cheap sportsgirl perfume and the stench of Linx deodorant was real. I've only been in this building for three seconds and I'm already set to leave.

"Where the fuck were you?" Sighed Amity, stomping down the halls towards me, "we had Math tutoring this morning. You promised you'd be here!"

Ignoring her complaints, I rolled my eyes and continued walking down the halls, "Amity you're too obsessed with this whole education thing," I groaned, "You know we're all going to end the same way. Dead."

"Yes! But we were all given a life! And I want to graduate from this fucking school, get into medical school, become a doctor, and live a happily ever after," she listed, using her hands to exaggerate her so very important point, "Also I actually want to have a-"

So surprisingly, she was cut off with a hug from behind and a kiss on the head, "Family," stated Nate, finishing her sentence, "but obviously you already new she was going to say that."

I grinned sarcastically, rolling my eyes at their dramatic PDA.

Amity is straight up one if my best friends. Aside from Cynthia, who goes to a different school, she's practically my sister. She's also, not surprisingly, one of the most intelligent person I know.

What I don't think a lot of people understand, is that intelligence is different from smart. Smart is just, knowing the facts. Getting an A on that history or maths exam. Although, intelligence is knowing when to stop, go, listen, talk, think, and act. But, most importantly, understanding. Intelligence is common sense and knowing what you're doing. And that's amity.

And obviously, there's Nate. Nate has been almost my brother for my whole life, fortunately, due to my lack of the romance genre, we never grew feelings for each other. However, Amity has always been more active in that area. They've been together for four years straight.

Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with love. I just have an issue with people wasting their time on someone else. We are all aware that we are all our own individual universe. No matter how much we deny it, we always care about ourselves more than, say, a stranger walking down the street. But, putting your another being ahead of yourself is just wrong to me. We need to take care of ourselves. Nobody should carry more than their share. I don't like that kind of love.

Bring bring bring bring

Shattering my thoughts, I raced down the hall to my first class. Here comes another shitty Monday.

Hello. I apologise if this chapter did not make sense. I at least tried to sound intelligent. Thank you!

Also if you think my opinion sucks, leave it in your head ❤️