Unfavorable life

Chapter 2-Monday-blues

Silver's POV

Mondays are the worst and i'm pretty sure most of you would agree. The weekends are especially reserved for letting oneself go, relax, letting loose or doing whatever makes you happy. I love the feeling of forgetting about your reality, the responsibilities and loads of homework that awaits you. But sadly the universe does NOT work in my favour obviously, instead i spend at least every single weekend studying or doing some stupid assignment which i wouldn't like to admit it usually is a valuable learning experience in our lives in the 'forsable future' but right now sucks ass. 

Every single Monday i find myself  exhausted and ready to pass out by 8:30 by the latest which is pretty bad considering i wake up at 6:00, its such a horrible feeling I definitely understand why they call it Monday-blues. I LOATHE Mondays. i am probably the coolest kid in the whole town as i'm one of the first people to arrive at school since I have to relay on my parents as my country does not allow sixteen year old's to drive. Great. Imagine spending an extra hour at school. Who in their right fucking mind said that school is the best time of your life? There are some good times and memories that we all treasure but most of my memorable days did not occur at school, so we grow up believing that we should be having the time of our lives since we are in high school and pressure ourselves to have a good time cause we hear the rest of the world raving about how 'great' high school is. But it's not, the reality is more like: we're stuck with a bunch of really confused human beings for eight hours.

Since we're on the topic of high school, it gets worse for a bunch of kids including myself of course with parents who care for them dearly, we are sent to a private school. I know how can you even complain about being privileged enough to be able to go to a private school? well i am extremely grateful but that puts even more pressure of me as my parents work their asses off to send my brother and I to a private school, i feel obligated to get all A's and that just doesn't seem to be happening to me. Ever want something so bad that you go through tears and blood (literally woodwork is definitely not my strong point) and still don't seem to achieve your goal. I used to come 11th out of the entire grade. YES. That's me, i'm the lucky girl who is so close to reaching her goals but doesn't seem to reach it. But i'm proud of myself though i work really hard.

I find myself staring at the bare unpainted wall in my horrible classroom thinking about what I would be able to make for lunch with the contents in my fridge cause somehow i'm constantly hungry. ALL THE FUCKING TIME. i could have a big mac with fries and a chocolate shake and ten minutes later i'd be hungry once again. My thoughts drifted away as i thought of what my life has become. The most exciting thing in my life is what's for lunch? i sound like a forty year old housewife.

'Silver? Silver? since you have been daydreaming for my entire lesson why don't you explain scene four?' sternly said Mrs Schweinsteiger 

Mrs Schweinsteiger. A grumpy, strict bitter old women who happened to teach one of the most important subjects that we need in life. English. Well ain't that great . Our class had been assinged  the Twelfth Night for the term. I'm a Shakespeare fan wholeheartedly I mean that man could turn words into weapons, but somehow this book did not intrest me at all I'm not sure if it was for the fact that i watched 'She's the man' a million times when i was younger so i knew exactly what was going to happen or that i had the  worst teacher and was too focused on my hatred towards her. She always seemed to pick on me, no matter what i do whether it's good or bad. Somehow i thought it's kinda funny how she tries to find a fault in everything I do, it just makes me want to annoy her even more.

' I don't know' I replied giving her the look of death, annoyed as she killed train of thought that was highly intellectual. I was imagining myself as one of the wives of the Real Housewives of Orange County. That would be, well interesting i would love to experience having lips the size of blow fish and having double D's for a day or two. How do they cope with that shit. damn.

'Well I'll give you some friendly advise next time pay attention in my class! she said harshly while raising her voice, which in actual fact did not sound very friendly at all.

If i knew any better I would say she's going through some kind of mid life crisis i'd bet my cards on menopause cause lately she's been extra bitchy, which i didn't think was humanly possible in her case but I was sadly mistaken there's more nastiness behind it all. Last  Wednesday she threw a chalkboard duster directly at Andrew Wilson's face which knocked him unconscious for a couple of hours this melodramatic incident was all for chewing gum in her class. To be honest it was pretty hilarious but i wouldn't dare to mess with her this week, I like being conscious and fully functional.

'She's such a bitch' whispered my best friend Alana while running her fingers through her long copper red hair. Wer'e that kind of friends that haven't had a long, beautifully dramatic and traumatic past we just somehow get each other like we've known each other for years.