"Buy Me Some Coke Flavored Condoms"
March 4, 2010
I woke up this morning and thought to myself, "Why must today be Thursday?" Why did I think that, you ask? Well, you see, Thursdays are a dreaded day for me, considering it just so happens to be a day that inflicts much pain on me. Ever since I moved to Florida, I have been a victim of what we call "Slap Ass Thursday" at my school. What is "Slap Ass Thursday?" "Slap Ass Thursday" is a day where the guys at my school get a free pass to slap any, and all, girls' ass. That's awful you say? Indeed.
So, I slowly and carefully crawled out of my bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake my younger brother. I flipped on the bathroom light and quickly closed the door. I take a quick glance at the clock and then plop down on the floor in front of the tiny Sunbeam heater and flip it on. A small sigh escapes through my slightly open lips as the warmth emitting from the tiny heater surrounds me, and I close my eyes.
Finally, after a few minutes, I open my eyes and glance at the time. It is 6:11. "Well, it's time to get ready," I think to myself. Relentlessly, I climb to my feet and begin to brush my teeth. Then, I stare at myself in the mirror for a while. "Jeez Clare, you sure are a heavy sleeper," I think as I try to flatten my wild, curly hair with no luck. I sigh and turn on the bathtub water. As I wait for the water to become warm, I run and gather the clothes I wear today. Black skinny jeans, a blue Aeropostale kmai, and a Lady Gaga shirt that I bought with my cousin. I set my clothes on the counter and check the water, it's the perfect temperature. I step into the tub and stick my messy hair underneath the running water.
As I step out of the tub, I grab a towel and dry my hair. I then take a quick glance at the clock. It is now 6:21. I grumble and grab my hairbrush and begin to brush through my tangled, wet hair. I then grab my mousse and squirt out a handful and then quickly put it in my hair to hold the curls, for I have naturally curly hair, you see. After taking another quick glance at the clock, I put on my clothes and grab a jacket. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror and think, "Not your best outfit, but it'll do for today." I then grab my backpack and holler at my mom, letting her know that I'm ready.
It's now about 6:50 and I'm riding on the school bus. I have untwined my headphones and I'm listening to music, trying to block out the voices that fill the cramped cheese wagon. The minutes fly by, and, before I know, it's already 7:10. The bus is pulling up to the school as I wing up my headphones around my iPod and shove it back in my pocket. I quickly exit the stuffy, yellow bus and begin to walk to the band room.
As I approach the doors, I realize that everyone is standing outside. With an exasperated sigh, I sit down on the steps and wait. What am I waiting for? I am waiting for my band teacher to come and unlock the doors for the substitute so we can enter the room. I sit and wait for what seems like eternity, but he never shows. By this time, my boyfriend, Trent, has already arrived and has his arms wrapped around my waist, trying to keep warm. I chuckle a little inside, for he has not brought a jacket and it is a cold, windy day. We're talking to a few of our other friends to pass the time. I reach into my pocket, pull out my iPod, and check the time. It's 7:20. Most of the students that were standing around waiting have left. Trent decides that it's time for us to leave, also. So we stand up, lock hands, and begin to walk towards our first period class.
It's freezing cold, and we're both shivering as we let our hands fall apart and enter into the classroom. As we take our seats the morning news begins and everyone but me looks at the television. Instead, I pull out my make up and begin to beautify myself. By the time the news is over, I have finished my make up and I'm now reading. We spend another 20 minutes watching short interviews of people working at various jobs. Then our teacher tells us to start at our work stations. Luckily, Trent and I have the same work station. So we slowly walk to our station and power on the computer. As we are in the middle of our lesson, I turn my head to the left and notice our plants that we planted last week. I poke Trent and point at the growing plants.
"Look, they're so tall now!" I exclaim. "You wanna go check 'em out?" Trent suggests. I look at him with a smile and furiously nod my head. He smiles and says, "Okay." Quickly, I jump out of my seat and power walk over to our little plants that we had planted in three different "Monsters Inc." cups. "Awe! Look at them! They've gotten so big!" I excitedly say as I stroke one of the leaves. Trent laughs and mimics me as he strokes one of the leaves, also. Then, our teacher comes up behind me and I look at him, a huge smile on my face. "Can we plant them?" Trent asks, still stroking the plant's leaf. "Sure!" Our teacher says. Immediately, I grab three of the plants and run for the door, but stop once I realize that I am incapable of opening it. I turn around and impatiently wait for Trent as he slowly walks towards me with a plant in one hand and a cup of water in the other. He sets the water down and opens the door. I burst through into the cold, windy air and suddenly begin to shiver.
We make our way to the garden and quickly plant our small plants, saving one just in case the ones we planted die. We've gotten our hands all muddy and soon realize that both of us are unable to open the door. Cold and dirty, I furiously open the door and race over to the sink to wash my hands. I look around for towels, but there are none. So I just decide to dry my hands on my jeans, particularly on my ass. Trent laughs and takes the chance to slap me on the ass. I holler, and instinctively grab my ass. As we get back to our station, he's laughing his head off and I'm holding my cheeks, and not my face cheeks. Finally the time comes when first period turns into second period. Trent grabs my hand and together we exit the warm room. As we approach the 8th grade building, he hugs me and races up the stairs while I stay downstairs.
Second period flies by and soon turns into third period, which eventually turns into fourth period, or otherwise know as homeroom. As I enter into the classroom, I am immediately snatched up by someone. This time, it's my friend Maja (pronounced Maya). She pushes me into a desk and takes the one next to me. We spend the rest of the time talking and writing down our homework, then we walk to lunch. At lunch I sit with Maja in front of me, Trent to my left, another one of my friends to my right, and then another one of my friends diagonally and to my right. While we're talking, Maja notices my Lady Gaga shirt. Trent laughs a little and then points out that it looks like she's grabbing my boob. We all laugh and then continue to eat our lunch. Then, lunch slowly fades into fifth period and then into sixth period. Sixth period drags on into seventh period. I meet Trent in the hallway and we walk and talk together to seventh period.
Not much happened during seventh period. Well, Trent did pull my into his lap and asked me what I wanted for Christmas. In a cheery voice, I replied by saying, "I want coke flavored condoms for Christmas." He laughed, and so did everyone else around us. Once we were dismissed, Trent grabbed my hand and we walked to those horrid buses together with a few of our friends. We were talking about tomorrow when I abruptly asked, "Hey Corey, what do you want for Christmas?" He looked at me, confused, and said, "I don't know." I smiled and began to say, "I want coke flavored condoms!" When Trent beat me to it. He laughed like everyone before had. We finally approached the buses and said good-bye to each other. I groaned and climbed onto the bus, sitting down in my regular seat. The ride back home wasn't all that bad. The bus finally came to stop and I hurriedly got off and began to walk to my house.
As I opened my front door and stepped into my surprisingly small house, a wave of fruity scents enveloped me. My house always smells like fruits. I threw my backpack in my room and let my dog out. Then I immediately got on MSN and began to have my daily conversation with Alex. Who is Alex? Well, Alex is one of my best friends. Although I've never seen him or really talked to him, I know him in a personal way. I met Alex on Sunday, January 10, 2010. Ever since then we've been talking to each other every day, building our relationship more and more each day. Today, Alex was working on something. I never really figured out what, but I'm guessing it was either homework, or his story. Or maybe both. Only he knows. But anyway, we started talking about how he was writing a story. We got into this whole conversation about how I could never write a story because I just don't have the ability to. He eventually linked me to the story he was writing. After pointing out little punctuation and spelling errors, I decided to write a story of my own. Which brings me to where I am now.
