I hate getting out of bed in a cold room, as much as I hate sitting on a really cold toilet seat. They are both equally evil. That is why I ended up back in my bed, under the covers with a coat on Friday morning.
Since my mom saw me walking to the washroom that morning she must have assumed I was getting ready for school, because she didn’t check on me again before leaving for work. My sisters had left even earlier to whatever club meetings they have BEFORE school (this is why I don’t join school clubs). So after they all left I fell back asleep.
I’m supposed to catch two city buses to get to school if I don’t leave super early with my sisters in their car. But wearing a jacket to bed is just so cozy that I doze off into blissful sleep and miss both buses. I actually dream about DC. He gives me a ring and it’s so beautiful. Unfortunately just as I want to kiss him I wake up to a loud truck revving its engine on the street below. That’s when I realize I’m late!
Arriving at school late is a lot more fun than arriving at school on time. Maybe it’s the bright happy sun, shining in the bus windows all the way to school, instead of the dark cold images of early morning.
I’m positive everyone would be happier if school started later in the day. Even the temperature doesn’t feel as cold with the sun beating down. So there’s no way I can be unhappy this morning, despite the late slip I have to carry to my teacher. Lunch is in like an hour cuz I’m so late, so it’s a short school day for me! Did I mention I even had a nice, unrushed, quiet breakfast at home? I thought if I was going to be late anyway, why rush, right?
Like I said, it was impossible to not be happy on this morning… except that Morgan kept looking at me. I don’t like Morgan because he doesn’t like himself.
I mean, he dresses in these sweaters and dress pants like he’s 52 or something, and his hair is combed flat against his head. Why does that indicate that he doesn’t like himself? Because I believe he takes no pride in his appearance. I have no doubt his mom picks out his clothes for him and probably styles his hair too. His parents are probably one of those old parents, like 82 years old. Maybe they’re his grandparents and his real parents were archaeologists and died of pneumonia during an excavation of some ancient lost city in Antarctica. Okay, probably not, because that would make him a little bit cool, which he is not. But anyway, I am just not liking Morgan this particular morning, or on any morning for that matter.
At lunch I sit with the girls in my class and I see Morgan again. With all the possible seating arrangements and the overcrowded lunch room it’s really uncanny that he has a straight line of vision to me.
He’s sitting with his two best friends. The three of them are not exactly the most popular kids in school, if you know what I mean. I know Morgan gets good grades but I don’t think his friends do. When he sees that I’ve noticed him staring at me he moves to the other side of the table. That’s better.
“What is up with you?” Lindsay asks me. “Why do you keep looking at Morgan?” She says his name like it’s yesterday’s yucky lunch special.
“Me?” I can’t believe she’d imply that! “He’s the one that’s been looking at me all day! It’s weird.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
“How did the blind date go? You haven’t said a word about it.”
“I felt sick. I wasn’t too interested in the guy.”
Lindsay rolls her eyes at my comment. “You’re never too interested… There you go looking at Morgan again!”
“He just bugs me so much.”
“Why?”
“Because… it’s like he chooses to be a loser.”
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Boy Charming
Teen FictionAlanna is an introvert who loves to daydream. Her best friend, and online crush, is a boy that she's never met... but he may be closer than she realizes...
