The week before Christmas break, I woke up fresh. I felt great. It felt like a Friday. Oh wait... it was! I headed to the bathroom to take a shower putting on my alternative station on Pandora. I didn't bother to turn the music down. I was home alone after all. The second Delilah by Florence and the Machine came on, my morning was complete. My alternative station never let me down. With music from the Lumineers and Of Monsters and Men playing, I was always a happy camper. Most would think that just because I had no friends and disliked people that I was lonely. But that was not the case. I am a very happy person. I am the type to whistle while doing daily tasks and laugh at jokes no matter how crude they are since I tend to see the good in things. I'm the type to dance naked when my song comes on in the bathroom. Just to prove my point, What Kind of Man by Florence and the Machine came on while I was in the shower knocking me out of my morning trance. The song starts off slow as usual but the second the beat comes I start jumping. Fridays. You got to love them. This is my life style and I love it. But my parents, not very much. My mother would always pressure me to go out and make friends. Now, you may be wondering, why is this relevant? Why I am telling you about the week before Christmas break? I'll get to that in a second. It will all come together after that.
"Kai, what if both me and your father dies," My mother would ask. "You would have nobody. You don't have a sibling.
I am not in touch with my family and the closest relatives your father has are in China. I know for a fact you are not moving to China. Go out. Live a little. You only have one life. No redo button."
My mother made it a point to call me Kai since it is the name that I wish was my first. I mean I get where she was coming from, but my parents aren't dead. I am just fine without friends, and I am living life to the fullest. I don't need a redo button. Anyways, on the Friday a week before break, I step out of the shower after about ten minutes and head to my room. I grab the first thing I see which is khaki cargo pants and I pick up a white tank top which I cover up with a button down shirt with weird abstract designs. My outfit may not have been stylish but who cares. It was cheap. I get most of my clothes from the thrift shop down the street. Clothes are clothes. I don't need to look cute or presentable. I'm just going to school.
"Oh balls!" I shout as I saw the clock. I am totally late. What was I doing this entire time? Nads! I quickly put on some green loafers not bothering with socks and grab my backpack.
I run outside and pick up my bike that I left on the front lawn. I hop on and start pedaling quickly to school. You may laugh at the fact that I am almost and adult and still ride a bike to school. But I don't have the cash to buy a car. Well I do, but I just don't want to. All of my money is going towards college. I turn the corner and my humongous school is is immediately visible. Welcome to hell Aysia. I park my bike on the rack thingy that I never knew what to call. After locking it up I speed walk into the building trying to get to my first class on time. I have no time to stop at my locker, and as I see the time on one of the random wall clocks littering the hallway, I start running. I cannot afford to miss my favorite subject. Biology. But as I'm sprinting down the hall I go head first into something hard. The person I bumped into plummets right on top of me and can I say one thing? Heavy. This dude was heavy. But then I noticed that there was something in my eye. I open them not knowing they were closed to see that whatever it was, it was blue. There was bright blue hair in my eye, and a weird smell that I should not be smelling in a school at this hour. Its not even close to being lunch. The lunch ladies haven't even started cooking yet. So why am I smelling pizza?
The person swears and memories of last night come rushing in. Memories of the guy I forgot to report on yelp.
"Are you stupid? Uh! Come on," he shouts.
"No, YOU come one! I should be the one complaining. You fat piece of balls!"
He looks closely at me, then his eyes narrow in recognition. He seems to remember me too now.
"You again, fuck this day keeps getting worse," he says pulling his hair. I analyze his expression and realize it's one of pure defeat, not one of mild inconvenience. I immediately feel awful.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly.
"I was until you bumped into me." he snaps.
Welp, so much for trying to be nice.
"You know what? You don't have to be so rude. First you yell at me last night for no reason, and then you bump into me and yell at me again. I don't even know you but I am already tired of you."
"Oh whatever," he says smugly. He starts to walk away but I call out to him.
"By the way, next time they offer you free pizza at your work, DON'T take it! You weigh a ton!"
"Thanks for the advice. I'll just bring it to you. You seem to need it." With that he walks away. I really hate that boy. And guys don't even wear eyeliner anymore. What is this, 2007? I storm down to biology surely late.
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Life Abstract
Teen Fiction"I don't know what's worse, the fact that I was attacked, or that I will never remember who did it." Kai Sūn was someone that had herself figured out. No friends, no worries, and no regrets. Until one fateful night completely shifts her trajectory...
