Hello beautiful bundle of sunshine! Another chapter longer than my will to spend time on this world is here so enjoy!
Hyacinth
Monday. Oh you dreadful span of twenty four hours. Monday. Oh you terrible day. The moment the dreaded alarm began to ring, I already knew, today was going to be one of those days.
The fact that the weekend was over and now I had to go back to the bland and colorless halls of David Hunterson Highschool, named after the town founder who now is pretty much dead, was exhausting. Following a forever tedious routine, I got ready and made it to school, waiting in front of the library for my friends.
"Hey loser" said Ella, throwing her bag next to mine, sitting down with her hands in her hoodie, shivering. "I get it, rain is pretty and stuff but why must it always be cold when it rains?" she complained.
"Because we can't control the weather and you refuse to wear clothes that keep you warm?"
"Shush it. I"m not wearing a warm and cozy jacket if it means I look a traffic cone"
"You can wear two layers!"
"That gets stuffy!"
And thus began the first argument of the day.
After the dumb bickering,although as dumb as it was I was still right(If you don't want to get cold, wear a warmer jacket!), Celeste, the typical musical obsessed member of Drama Club, and Noah, the adorably dorky book nerd, sat down with us, completing our small group of friends. As we all began chatting, the wreched and evil sound of the warning bell echoed through the school, reluctantly making us go through 7 hours of torture.
As soon as the final bell rang I grabbed my things and shoved through the ocean of people. Once out, and being accompanied by Celeste, we walked to the Coffee Nook, the coffee shop at the corner of the street from the shop. After sitting down and ordering our daily dose of caffeine, we pulled out a seemingly endless stack of homework and started. "Soooooooooooo" she began to ask, "Anything new happening in your life?". "Not really... Mr. Blanchard is still trying to convince me to start his little garden club and I got hit with the volleyball." I answered, "Again".
"Oh you poor thing. You need to stop being afraid and take your shot. If you don't, the ball will just keep hitting you"
"I know, its just I don't have good form and I panic when there's a flying object rushing towards me"
"I'm not talking about just volley balls."
"Then what."
"Nothing... I may just have heard that He-Who-We-Do-Not-Speak-Of may be asking you to the dance..."
I couldn't help but laugh. Vincent Trevor. The boy who I kissed, almost made out with, and only for him to say he was just trying to figure out if he was or not. Asking me. To the dance after he said I forced him to kiss me. No one bought the story. But still. The Audacity.
"You never know, maybe he's changed and wants to try having something serious" she said, highlighting some random sentence in her notes. "Yeah. But I'm not. At least not with him." I said, my disposition almost as bitter as the coffee, "Plus, He-who-must-not-be-named made it clear what his intentions were." I said, taking a long sip. After homework and about three refills, I came back home, walking in through the shop and up the set of stairs that lead into my house. My things were dropped on the floor and I was finally reunited with the love of my life: My Bed. Oh sleep deprivation, you horrid tramp.
I opened my phone to a text from my sister, demanding I go downstairs, as usually to get me to help around the shop, which I did reluctantly. "What do you need help with?" I asked, clearly displeased. "Those", she said pointing to a bouquet of soft pink tulips on the counter, "Are for you". I eyed the flowers suspiciously, taking the card inside and reading it:
Dear Hyacinth,
I would ask you in person but I couldn't be able to contain myself if I saw you blush and become flustered the way you always do. Care to go to the dance with me?
Love,
The Guy Whose Hoodie You Still Have.
"So who sent them?" my sister asked in a very curious tone. "None of your concern" I replied, taking the note and flowers back fo my room. God. This boy is going to be the death of me.
Hello! I'm not dead! But anyways there ya have it folks! Poorly written and very low quality grammar and all! I'll try to update more and stuff and yeah... But anyways for like the 4 of you reading lool foward to the next bit!
