Cyber ~ 5sos

f o u r t y

f o u r t y

I wake up with a pounding pain in my head like a thousand pins forcing into my skull at once. I wince and hold the side of my head and slowly ease up in my bed, sliding up against the headboard.

Never. Drinking. Again.

After about 15 minutes of trying to get my eyes to adjust to the piercing morning light, I huff and finally gain the courage to get out of bed.

Pulling off the duvet from myself, I drag myself into the shower in the hope that it will cure this hideous hangover.

I don't even know why I thought that going to a party would be a good idea when it's evident that every time I do drink I just end up getting in a state and regretting it the next day.

After showering, I plop down on my bed with my towel tightly wrapped around me and pull the charger out of my phone, still squinting when the screen lights up.

2 Missed Calls: Mollison

What?

I press on her name and hold the phone up to my ear as it begins to ring.

'Are you having a shit of wank!?' She screams down the phone making me wince and pull the phone away from me. 'Isabella Rose Fletcher, where the twat are you?'

'You really need to learn what swear words go where because a shit of wank does not exist Molly' I reply, yawning. 'And who gave you the right to use my full name Molly Grace James?'

'Is, look at the time' She says bluntly. I pull the phone away from my face quickly.

'9:15, what's your point' I huff.

'What's the day?'

'Sunday'

'No it's not'

'Yes it is'

'No it's not'

I roll my eyes and shake my head before pulling my phone away from my ear to look at my screen again.

'SHIT!' I scream down the phone.

'Parsons is mad, get your butt in school kid!' Molly sighs before ending the call.

Since when do people party on a Sunday? Since when was that a thing?

Where is the damn logic?

I quickly chuck on some clothes, trying to pull up my jeans at lightning speed which as we all know doesn't work before sliding across the laminate floor and shoving on my checkered vans.

If this isnt record time, I don't know what is.

Keys? I rummage around in my bag until I feel something cold and sharp in my hand, Keys.

Phone? I slap my pocket feeling the hard object under the denim, Phone.

Money? Ha, who am I kidding, I dont own money.

I press the elevator button multiple times before it arrives and hop in inside, chucking my keys and wallet back into my bag.

Today is going to be a long day.

-

'Cheers' I smile at the bus driver before hopping off and running through the school gates, trying to wind up my headphones in the process.

As my pace slows, I finally catch my breath and pull open the door to hell.

'Isabella' Mr Parsons calls as soon as my foot steps over the line. He nods over to the school hall, currently full of seniors.