Sighing, I dumped my keys in the bowl and my mustard, worn out schoolbag on the floor, shut the door behind me with a satisfying click and trudged into the kitchen to make myself some well-deserved tea.
As I swirled the milky-brown tea, I contemplated today's boring events, English Literature, Further Maths and two free periods in which I spent with my one true soulmate tea, a book and notes to study.
Looking down at my tea, I observed that it was stirred sufficiently and I proceeded to pick up my school books from my bag and find my way to my room while balancing: reading a book, carrying my books and drinking tea simultaneously. By a miracle I managed to get past the treacherous stairs and find my room where I put my beloved tea and books down on my messy, wooden desk that was covered with papers and the odd splodge of paint. I collapsed into my desk chair and immediately set to work, removing my brown glasses, tying my long, dirty blonde hair with a piece of string, picking up a pen, twirling it about absentmindedly and staring at the sheet of work in front of me, figuring out various triangle measurements.
The room around me was a rectangular, simple, light grey room camouflaged with countless drawings and paintings, there was a inconspicuous black ukulele resting in the corner, a white, single bed opposite a plain, wooden wardrobe, there was the obvious, wooden desk next to my bed that acted as a bedside table also. Next to my bed there was a deep-cut window, letting in clear rays of sun and giving a view of the tree outside casting an oddly beautiful shadow on the rest of the narrow room.
Every night, I would sit on the windowsill, with a cup of steaming tea in my hand, thinking and observing the world outside and the woods behind our house. Often too, I would climb out onto a thick branch of the tree and relish in the solitude and silence of the woods, I would sing quietly with the comfort of knowing no one could hear me. In a way it was my therapy, my happy place, no one knew where I was, no one could judge me and it helped me recuperate after a long day.
After I was done with all my homework I turned on my speakers and shuffled my 'relaxing' playlist. I lay down onto my bed and settled into my book, getting lost into the magical realm of Harry Potter yet again.
A/N - This is my first proper story so there is bound to be some mistakes and things you don't like, I'm open to constructive criticism but please just stop reading if you don't like it instead of hating. Also, I don't have a set upload schedule but I will try and update as much as I can. Also please don't copy this story, if you want you can translate it but please make sure to credit me. This is my story and I would feel sad if it were to get stolen as someone else's.
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The Lone Nerd
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