Being Lana

Chapter 9: Speculations and Misunderstandings

The day I was dreading most sadly arrived; it's Saturday

God, please help her...

The past few days zoomed by just like Flash would, chasing one of his enemies.

Another incident hadn't occurred in school - for which I'm really thankful for - yet.

I haven't exactly caught up with the hype of shipping Daniel and Keith but I don't really care about it so...

In school I mainly hanged around Kate and Miles or Nura.

Sometimes I would sit with Kate, Miles and their clique at lunch and other times I would eat with Nura and some of her friends. I don't really know, if they know each other. I haven't introduced them yet.

A fact that caught my attention was Kate's behavior, which was the whole week weird. She often forced smiles and was kinda... sad.

Inwardly I make a mental note as a reminder to talk to her next week.

Since the second day of school the teachers are allowed to torture us with skyscrapers of homework and assignments. Why am I so blessed?

I am still mourning after the delicious canteen food of my old school because this food the school is able to afford tastes horrific. The only thing that keeps me going of course has to taste like a blended milkshake out of rotten eggs, dog food and vomit.

Eww! Gagging...

But I have a brilliant idea in mind, which is probably able to solve the whole food drama...

Currently I'm laying sullen in my bed because I don't really want to stand up. I woke up without an alarm which I'm thankful for. In mornings that noise always scares the shit out of me.

I'm staring aimlessly at the ceiling trying to catch those little dust particles highlighted by the sun, which is shining through my room.

I smile triumphantly and proud at my hand, which I have enclosed around some particles. When I open it again in front of my face, my mouth opens and closes like a strangled fish.

My arm falls limply to my side and I officially declare giving up. Why am I never able to catch those little dust particles?

I think more likely it's a sign that your room needs a vacuum cleaner...

I close my eyes and snuggle with my pillow when my phone starts vibrating.

I groan and try to grab my phone without looking on my nightstand. After that process I've successfully knocked my headphones, speakers and my battery charger to the ground.

I opened one eye to see that my mom is calling me. I answer her call, wondering why she would call me from downstairs.

"1..., 2..., 3...," my mom says on the other line. When l wanted to ask what is going on, my door bursted open and the twins were running inside like little soldiers with a mission.

"What the-"

I saw my life flashing in front of my eyes when both attacked me with full force and... water guns.

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"Honey, you're dripping," my mom told me, while reading a book.

I stuffed angrily my mouth with eggs and glared at the twins that were both snickering and stealing glances at me.

I am soaked completely wet from that attack my siblings were instructed by my own flesh and blood.