Livid Life

Anotha one

Sweet. I love dreaming. I can do anything. Like sit in this chair for a few hours and play on my phone. That sounds good. I looked down, but my phone had died. Damn. I had big plans today for that. I raised my wrist to look at my watch, and it said 7:30. Wow. I slept in. Though it's usually light outside by now. Or maybe my eyes are just messed up. Anyways, I have things to do. Like get ready for school. Apparently the teachers thought it would be "fun" to go to school on a Saturday (some of us have a life you know). At least it's a short day. We have to be there from 10 to 3. I don't know. Might be fun. Depends on if we actually have to learn anything (it's not that I don't like school, it's just that no one wants to go to it on the weekend). It's supposed to be mandatory, but almost all of my friends are ditching. But, according to my mom, it's "a valuable time to learn without distractions from your friends." Where's the fun in that? Better get ready. My mom gets pissed if I miss the bus.
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Why does Canada have to be so freaking COLD! The wind cuts straight through my hoodie. Probably should be wearing a winter coat. Whatever. I'm man enough to suck it up. I finally reach the door to the school. It's locked. Of corse. I bang on the window a few times to get someone's attention. Me and my friends lockers are right by the door, so the few of them that came are the only ones that hear me. They purposely turn their heads and ignore me. I look past them into the hallway in case there are any teachers, and wait for them to look at me again. Then I make a couple obscene gestures at them. Eventually one of them comes over and opens the door. I glare at him for a second. "Thanks, I only froze half my fingers off out there."
"No problem. It's not like you need them to look good. I don't think anything could."
What would I do without my friends. There so fun. That was sarcasm, if you weren't bright enough to figure it out yourself. I took my shoes off and threw my backpack in my locker. I didn't bother grabbing any binders. I'll get them before class starts. I walk into the classroom and instantly feel tired. Strange how school does that to you.  There are a couple main groups in my class. The girls, who are crowded in a corner laughing and throwing looks around the room, and my group of friends. And then there's everyone else who aren't girls and aren't in my group. I take a quick look over my shoulder to make sure my teachers not there, and go sit on the back counter. At my school, that's a big no no. Apparently it wrecks them. Who cares? The school's a dump anyways.
"What's up Aids" my friend Terrin asks.
"The roof" is my reply. Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. "What class we got first?" (I have atrocious grammar, I know).
"Double Math, then La," he says to me. Sweet. I like math. I'm always ahead of most of the class, so I play games on a chrome book the whole time.
"I hope we're working on that integers booklet again." I tell him
"It's a-gen, not a-gain, Aidan." I look around until I see her. The only person who thinks I speak wrong.
"Are we really gonna have this fight again?" I ask her, "'Cause we both know I'm right."
"No way. Every pronounces it a-gen but  you. How are you right?" She says it with a cocky look, thinking she won this argument (she probably did, but I ain't gonna let her think that).
"And I care why? Just because nobody in Wetaskiwin says it like me doesn't mean I'm wrong."
"Uh, ya. It does." She turns around, getting the last word before I can. She may be annoying, but so am I (or at least that's what everyone else tells me. It's not my fault I'm right all the time). That might be one of the reasons we're still "besties." At that moment, my teacher comes in and tells us to sit down for attendance. Let the mind numbing boredom commence.

A/N how bout dat. This is officially my longest story. Hooray for moi.