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"Argh... Mondays, why do you suck so much balls?" I said out loud, but I didn't mean to. Somehow the words slipped pass my lips. It's a bad habit of mine. It happens way to many times. It does bring a lot of trouble.
"There's someone who's having a great start of the day hah..." said dad when he walked through the door
"Haha very funny big guy!" I sat up, and threw my legs out on the floor. I rubbed my face with my hands and stood up. I walked pass dad and straight to the bathroom. Every little muscle/mussel in my body screamed 'go back to sleep'. Not that I was tired, I just didn't wanna go to school. Mondays is hell for all students in every country. If anyone likes Mondays they must be crazy. I fixed my hair, and my make-up. I walked back into my room and went upstairs, to find some cloths. I ended up with a pair of dark-gray shorts and a white and a pink top.
"If you want a ride, you have to come now!" Dad yell up at me
"Okay I'll be there in a minute!" I yelled back and grabbed some black sneakers.
I know you might think of why Mackenzie isn't up yet. Well, her medicine makes her sleepy so often after she has been up taking her medicine she'll go back to sleep. And then when dad has dropped me off to school, then he goes back home to wake Mackenzie. She normally meets at school around 10.30am. Well back to my sucky morning. Dad was silent while he drove me to the school. I turned on the radio to break the silence. I sang along on most of the songs until dad turned off the radio.
"Why... What?"
"I'm sorry but I can't, stand that right now!" He said in a harsh tone. He looked angry and annoyed, like he had gotten a bad message. What does he know, that I don't? he could really be annoying sometimes. Good that I brought my headphones. I plucked them into my ears and pressed play on my iPod.
"Now get out, I have things to do!" Okay, something is wrong and I'm not sure I wanna know what it is.
"Okay then, Have a nice day father!" I said and got out of the car and slammed the door closed. The weather was nice, sun was shining and the heat was already high. Perfect summer day, you could tell from all the students there were out on the field. But I didn't wanna be in the sun, I walked straight in to the school. The halls were almost empty, even though the bell was about to ring. All students were wearing shorts and T-shirts or tops. Suddenly my iPod switched category in music it went from pop to the classic universe, my favorite place of all. While I walked down the hall Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons Spring' played. I love classic music, I even play it myself on the piano sometimes. I used to listen to it with my mother when I was younger but when she died I had a hard time listening to it.
I was 100% focused on not to think about Mackenzie or dad's weird acting this morning. I don't think I've ever paid so much attention in one of my classes before. Not that I'm lazy, not at all. My grates are pretty good, not to brag. Mackenzie on the other hand - Mostly because of her sickness now - has not so good grades. One of the things that have been like that since we've started in school. I was so relieved when the bell rang, that meant that I had a small break to get something to drink and some fresh air.
"Hey, Mad!" I really hate when people calls me that! My name is Madison, it's not that hard to say!
"Yes?!" Who the fuck is calling? In this big crowd of people it's impossible to find one in between. Someone poke my shoulder and I turned quickly.
"Oh.. It was you" I said with a more happy tone than before.
"What.. Well how's Mack?" Okay do you really have a hard time with our names or what? I mean seriously!? I know that Mackenzie doesn't mind but still it's a pet name.
