Should've Gone To Bed

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Timofei Rudenko as Bradley Hollands. [he is a model]

draft saved on dec. 23, 2016. published on feb. 19, 2017

song: Grow Up by Paramore

c h a p t e r  t h r e e : eating in class is an act of rebellion

Munch munch munch.

I don't know if it was just me but whenever I eat something in class, it becomes ten times more delicious. Was it just me because I was practically weird as Donald Trump's complexion or every human being thought the same?

I was in the back of the class, eating Lays and not even bothering to hide from my teacher. Her inane rantings about Algebra did not really annoy me. What annoyed me was the fact that I paid for the air inside the bag of these chips. I didn't know air also needed to be paid in this era.

I watched Mrs. Garcia's gargantuan mouth close and open, but blocking out all of the words coming out of it. I continued transmitting chips inside my mouth as if I was watching a silent movie. At least it was better than sitting in my bed all day, waiting for the night to come so I could attend parties. I took my time observing my surroundings. Everyone was trying so hard to listen but was obviously miserably failing. I shook my head, knowing we were all wasting money and time.

Sometimes, I couldn't help but to wonder how it felt like to be normal and not being a reckless kid who did things just to experience their definition of fun. How does it feel like not to go to parties every single night? How does it feel like to be an obedient student who doesn't tend to break rules and make fun of teachers? How does it feel like having a normal life without someone incessantly asking how to be popular and how to stand out in a crowd? But then one thing I never thought would cross my mind appeared.

How does it feel like to have a happy family?

I chuckled at the thought. That was so lame of me to think but I still couldn't shake out the little disappointment I harbored. If only Anna was a normal mother, maybe I wouldn't be such a pain in the ass. I gritted my teeth. I shouldn't be thinking of things that may impair my reputation.

"Hey, Avery."

I was pulled out of my reverie by Douglas' voice. He was siting beside me and so I turned to look at him with a raise of my brow.

"What?" I snapped.

He smirked. He was one of those lame-ass wannabes who thought they looked cool. When in reality, they couldn't even skip one class seeing as they were a bunch of pathetic losers. I was tossing him a flat look, bored out of my mind and was regretting I sat here in the far end corner at the back of the room.

"I'm throwing a party later at my house, wanna come?" He asked with the same smirk plastered on his face which made him look like a kid suffering from bulimia.

I rolled my eyes, "I already have to show up at like, three parties and I don't know how am I going to proportion my golden time in order to attend every single one of them, and you're asking me to stop by your losers' party?"

He was fuming with anger when I finished my sentence. That was what I wanted him to feel so that he would stop nagging me. Douglas only wanted me to come to his parties because of the huge mass of people I always attracted. He didn't deserve that. I saw him picking on a kid who had autism in the hallway the other day which made me repulsed by his face. He so thinks he's such a superstar.