It All Started With Some Spilt Milk

Prologue

The symphony of death entitled 'My Alarm' sang across my room until I force myself to ends its performance. I grudgingly looked over my phone, checking the time to realize the crushing realty that was 6am; time for school. I slowly fell out of my bed, turning on the light to make sure I didn't go back to sleep. I was not ready to face the first day back into this hell hole. I couldn't stand school. The annoying students, the grieving teachers, and the never ending workload all seems to mix and mash together into life's way of saying "fuck you." The only thing that keeps me from skipping school is playing my French Horn in band. Jesus, if it wasn't for band these past two years in highschool I would've been a dead man. Luckily, I always have something to look forward to in the middle and end of my day. Although, highschool now in days is all about social status and boy, do I NOT have one. Yes, I have a decent amount of friends and somewhat of a extremely small popularity in my grade. However, I missing one thing that, let's just say, isn't my...forte. That would be a girlfriend. My love life is dryer than the Sahara Desert on its hottest day. Sad thing is, that's probably not ever gonna change.

"Alexander? Are you awake? I don't want you being late to your first day like last year." My Mom's voice interrupts my chain of thought. "Uh, yeah sadly I am. I'm getting changed right now, I'll be down in a minute," you can hear the angst tone in my voice. "Now honey, be excited! Its your Junior year! This is the year you're considered an upperclassmen in band. This is the time to really step it up and show Kanicki and Garcia how much you care about the band program!" Well, for once my Mom said something I agree with. Being an upperclassmen has a lot more responsibilities than people think. You're the thing everyone looks up to, whether its socially or as a musician. I can't let either of my directors down. "I know Mom and trust me, I'm certainly ready to prove myself to everyone"

My alarm blares again, this time signalling that its almost time to go outside for my bus. I rush downstairs grabbing my backpack midway and sliding it on as I grab my breakfast sandwich and lunch off the table. "Thanks Mom, hope you have a great day at work!" I yelled grabbing my Horn before I depart for my trip to hell. "No problem honey, remember that this is your year to shine! Don't be an idiot on the first day!" I laughed to myself with confidence not knowing that this would be the worst and greatest day in my life, "Calm down Mom, it's just the first day! There isn't much I can screw up." Boy was I wrong...