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ONE - insufferable

My alarm is ringing. The birds are singing  and it's still dark outside. I hate school. Getting up early so I can get there on time doesn't bother me, but dealing with the assholes in peak hour does. I mean what's so hard about getting on and off of a bus? And is it really that hard to move your bag a few centimetres to the right so that another person can sit down? Then there's  that one person who decides to bring a whole damn mattress onto the train... how did they even get it through security?!

So my morning started like any other. The dreary clouds and overwhelming hords of peak hour idiots definitely didn't add to my dwindling hope for humanity and the knowledge of the taunts to come as I arrived at school, further added to my misery and disdain toward life and living. It seems as if the entireity of my grade has it in for me; even some of the wannabe junior high kids have picked up on the babblings of the Pretty boy baboons. Seriously, I think it may be infectious. Mind you, in comparison, the feral mouth flapping of the females is worse than small pox and spreads faster than the plague in a slum during summer. So news and rumours spread quickly and lives can be destroyed by the click of an individual's tung.

These thoughts swirl through my head as I drag on some cargo pants and a grey singlet; a black bandana keeps the hair out of my face but still provides suitable cover from the prying eyes of judgmental prissy snobs. Breakfast consists of a bowl of cornflakes and a glass of a prune juice- Apple hybrid I concocted the night before. Not fowl, but the cucumber- mango - orange tasted better. I slide on my Converse and a huge grey hoodie then obtain my keys, purse and backpack as I slide out of my apartment door. Lock clicks, alarm pings, I'm ready to journey to hell.

As I mentioned before, catching the bus is a huge ordeal when you have to deal with insufferable passengers. I'm just sitting minding my own business when I hear the two plastic products across from me make remarks toward my clothes and questions about my gender. I am a girl and I'm probably more straight than a metal pole in a refrigerator so I ignore their statements for the most part. That doesn't change the fact that their comments hurt a little. I don't make an effort towards the way I look because there's no one to comment positively on it in the first place. I suddenly hear the notice over the crackled bus speaker that the stop I need to get off at is coming up. I stand and glare down at the plastic figures who had been taunting me before. I gave them the I'm gonna get you look and gestured to the Swiss Army knife hanging off of my bag. They took one look at my serious face and absolutely shit themselves with fear. Mission accomplished.

Hopping off of the bus , I'm swarmed by adult commuters who need to get to their jobs and I have to hack my way through them like a jungle explorer hacks through thick vegetation . The next bus that stops at my school will be another 20 minutes so I decide to walk and see how that goes. I don't mind walking. It's more peaceful than the busses and it means I can put my headphones on and drown out the early morning dreariness. A pleasant song starts as I shuffle my playlist and it reminds me of my older sister. She used to hum this song while she was in the shower or doing housework. I quickly skip to the next song... I'll save the other for later.

Other than a few cars passing by and the occasional dog, the end of my journey to judgment went smoothly and I can honestly say that I'm surprised. Usually I'm ambushed by a band of gorillas or stopped by a bunch of sticks with handbags and high heels. All of whom, seem to have an irrational hate toward me. It just goes to show that certain things really do haunt you for the rest of your life. One slip up or disagreement can cost you your entire social life and even your point in living. Maybe that's why people are never really happy and they continue to search for a path toward the happiness they need. I honestly don't know why they haven't given up yet. It's obvious that hope is something only the popular can afford and happiness is just a perk.

Anyway, I'm walking through the front gates like usual and fully expect to be flooded with rude remarks that I will proceed to ignore.... Like usual. Then I realise that the remarks aren't being made and I don't have anything to ignore. Instead of harassing me like usual, the baboon tribe are swarming a new kid. Now that's just rude. Did you detect the sarcasm? The new kid is your run-of-the-mill hot guy. Chestnut hair, longish.Green- blue eyes and a smug self worshipping grin.....Nothing particularly special. Just another insufferable primate for me to ignore.