From Tragedy To Fantasy

Chapter 2.

Blinking my eyes to adjust to the morning light, I can already feel the laziness of my eyelids from the restless night's sleep. Not my ideal start to a Monday morning, and back at university. With a yawn, i stretch my way out of bed, and sluggishly walk into my kitchen, opening the cereal box with my eyes barely open at all. Lazily feeding the cereal into my mouth, i check my phone. It's far too early to be dealing with my mother's worrying messages, so i put my phone back down, wash my bowl in the sink and make my way to the shower. 

After letting the hot water wake me up, i quickly change into my jeans, boots, and a sweater, before packing my bag for the day. Making sure i grab my textbooks and IPad, i check my appearance in the mirror for the last time before i leave. In a matter of a few minuets, i head out to the crappy rental car i have and make my way to uni. 

On the car ride i have the radio on, but it doesn't make me as happy as it used to. Stopping at a red light i watch my surroundings. Kids riding their bikes to school, others racing alongside their parents in gumboots. There's plenty of workers heading off to work in the cars near by me, talking on headsets, or sipping a coffee while the lights are still red. As the lights change to green, i slowly accelerate, but before it can give me even the slightest hint of a smooth ride, it decides to bunny hop, before successfully kicking into gear. My optimism for the day is fading more and more as i go on. I attempt to change gears, and that's when the car decides to stall itself. I slam my fists against the steering wheel while letting out a groan of annoyance. I'm over this already.

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As last nights nightmares of slamming brakes and smashed windscreens try and etch their way into my path of thinking, my stupid rental bunny hops its way to a stop. Getting out the car i smack my foot against the door in anger. Maybe i'm not deserving of being happy anymore.

"Gee, someones feisty," I hear some kid snicker before running off with his sloppy mates. I let out an aggravated sigh as i feel my blood boiling more and more by the minuet. Swinging my bag over my shoulder, i am so over today, that i don't care about being late to class anymore. The smell of freshly brewed coffee convinces my senses that a stop across the road by the small little coffee shop, will be a good idea. 

Pushing the door open, i head to the counter and look up to read the chalk board menu. 

"Hi, what can i get you today?" The chirpy barista asks.

"Uhm, just a caramel latte please love," I step to the side and wait while she prepares my order. 

Been handed the to-go cup, i pay and spin around and make my way to the exit. As i open the door once more, within a blink of an eye i feel someone's body collide with my own. My latte flips from my hands splashing and soaking me. My bag drops, and the sounds of a smashed screen from my ipad resonates with the sound of that windscreen smashing just weeks ago. 

"I'm so so sorry! I'm sorry! i'm sorry!" This boy, who appears to be no older than seventeen continues to say, but who doesn't even stop to help. 

"Urgh! This is just great. Thank you very much!" I am so agitated and annoyed by this point. I want to scream at this kid, and smash the stupid rental car, all at the same time as wanting to cry and break down and just crawl back into bed and start the whole month again. I don't even want to get another stupid drink anymore, as i pack up my spilt things. 

Nothing major has happened to my textbooks apart from a coffee splash here or there. I put them back into my bag. As i inspect my Ipad, the screen is terribly cracked but thankfully no work is lost. I practically throw everything back into my bag and head to the dumb car. I don't know what is worse; been covered and now smelling like over powered coffee, or having another bill to somehow pay, with the broken Ipad.