Logical《Septiplier》

「Chapter 6」

I woke up yet again to my alarm blaring in my ears. I also woke up to Gizmo sleeping by my feet, snoring really loud. I rub my eyes and slowly feel myself wake up. I get up and walk over to the bathroom.

In the mirror I saw a huge red mark in the shape of my father's hand.

'Shit. I was hoping that was all a dream.' I thought to myself. Nothing a bit of makeup wouldn't fix. I take out my sister's makeup and begin to conceal the red mark on my face, I know how to do makeup an conceal unwanted features from watching my sisters do their makeup.

I finish up and I think I did a pretty good job. I don't need anyone knowing about what happened yesterday.

I continue on with my regular morning routine, but the house seemed oddly quiet, it didn't bother me, I actually liked it. For once I was able to get ready on time and not be in a fired rush out of the house, I usually sleep through my alarm.

I walked downstairs to grab breakfast, this will be the first time in a while that I will actually have the time to eat breakfast. No one was in the kitchen. odd. I pop a pice of bread in the toaster and wait for it to pop out. I sit in silence, waiting for someone in the house if there is anyone, to say something, there was no noise made, just the ticking of the clock.

My toast pops out and I spread some strawberry jam on it and devour it. I pack up my lunch and walk over to the bus stop.

'odd. even the streets are quiet.' There were a few cars passing by, but no students walking to the bus stop. this is all so weird. The bus arrives and I hop on, but the thing is; it's not my regular bus driver, and the bus isn't filled with students.

'could today get any weirder??' I thought as I sat down in the back of the bus. I pull out my phone to check some things and then it hit me like a truck.

9:00 a.m.

Mark (4 missed calls)
Mark: Jack? Where are you? You're usually in school, are you sick?
Mark: Jack? Are you okay?
Mark: I'm sorry. I'm probably being annoying, you're probably sick. I'll stop bothering you.

WHAT THE FUCK?! IT'S 9:00?! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP?

At this point i'm scared shitless. What will my teachers think? this has never happened before, I have maintained a perfect attendance record for years. My hands are super sweaty and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my upper lip.

'What are my parents going to do when they get the call that I was LATE to SCHOOL??!! I'm gonna be in far more trouble than I was yesterday.' I thought to myself. I felt my stomach churn thinking about anything that could possibly go wrong.

The bus had finally arrived at school and I again check the time.

9:15 FUCKING SHIT! I literally tumble out of the bus and make a mad dash to my history class. I know class ends in 10 MINUTES, but it could be just enough time to grab my work and convince my teacher NOT to call home about me being late.

I burst through the entrance doors to the school and make a mad dash down the maze of halls. I find my history classroom and bust through those doors, huffing and drenched in sweat. Everyone stares at me, Mr. Yang looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Hello Mr. McLoughlin. You're rather late today." I walk over to his desk, everyone's eyes still focused on me.

"Why are you late?"