Daily Dose of Dysfunctionality

Day 5

    Diary, the end of the world had come. School was back in session. I sat up in bed to the sound that always caused me extreme trauma. My alarm. It beeped aggressively at me and I slammed it in anger. I groaned and reluctantly swung my feet to the cold floor.

    To show my rebellion against the system, the school system that is, I put on my blackest black shirt with a white barn owl on it. Soon I was ready to go after trying to put a brush through my hair without victory. 

    My dad always made Hazel, Phillip, and I go at a tediously early time because he's a teacher and "likes to prepare." Goodness, any earlier and he'll be prepared for the apocalypse!

    "I'm gonna wait for Hudson by my locker," Hazel said, abandoning me. "Don't sit by me this morning, please."

    "Ugh," I slumped down in front of my own locker, putting in my earbuds, waiting for one of my friends to get here. "Kitchen Sink" by Twenty-One Pilots came on. I looked around to see if anyone was there. Nope, empty hallways. I started rapping. Suddenly Tyler's brother Zack came on and began the nearly impossible tongue-twisting verse that I had worked weeks to memorize. My music was so loud, and my focus so fixed on getting every word, that I hadn't noticed I wasn't alone.

    "Wow, Lion. What cultish chant was that?" Chris had apparently strolled in and was eavesdropping on my jam session.

    "Umm, just uh..." I got up and grabbed my bag and fumbled putting my phone in. Chris, being on the football team, recovered it.

    He clicked the on button and investigated. "Huh, 'Kitchen Sink.' I have no idea what that is, but it's about as weird as you. And no passcode? Are you asking for people to steal this?"

   "My parents don't let me. Give it back, please," my voice was as quiet as a whisper.

    "Always listening to your parents, aren't you, Lion Girl? I think I'll keep this for awhile," he smirked and tossed it precariously from hand to hand.

    "'Scuse me," a high, but confident voice said from behind, "could you please leave?"

    Lacey scowled up at Chris, him being a foot taller than her. He turned and laughed.

    "Make me, shortstack." he grinned.

    In a flash, she kicked him in the stomach, his hands weakened, and she snatched the phone out of them. 

    As if cued, Ms. McHenry, our homeroom teacher, marched down the hallway, her heels clicking menacingly. "What in the name of all things good is going on here? Oh, Mr. Cobalt. I see. Carry on. Ms. Lane, please desist from this, however justly it may have been."

    "Yes, ma'am." Lacey responded, trying to hold back a smile.

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    "That is so Ms. McHenry though!" laughed Bella.

    We were retelling our tale of Lacey's awesomeness, and how our teacher had known it had been for very good reason.

    "What did he call 'Kitchen Sink' again?" Charlotte said with a crazy smile.

    "A cultish chant!" I exclaimed. We all busted a gut laughing. Bella was in tears.

    "Bella, wipe your eyes!" Charlotte whispered loudly.

    "Why- oh," Bella turned to look over her shoulder. It was Jason (a.k.a J), Tommy, and Ben. The usual guys that sat with us at our lunch table. They all were really nice, funny, and perfect for each of my friends. They each had their own little flirtationship at the moment. Charlotte and J, Bella and Tommy, and Ben and Lacey. IT WAS SO ADORABLE! Yet also frustrating because none of them would admit their feelings. Yet.