Insanity

Chapter 5: Mondays Are Full Of Disappointment

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Mondays Are Full Of Disappointment

  It was a brand new day; the sun was shining down while the heavens smiled above. You would think it was peaceful, but it wasn’t.

  It was Monday. But not just any Monday, it was the Monday I had to go back after being beaten up by a bloody jock. It was a brand new day, but the sun was not shining, the heavens were hiding and it was anything but peaceful.

  Our ‘friendly’ neighbour decided they would mow the lawns at 5am, and a group of squealing little kids woke up their parents at 6am to play hopscotch- loudly- right outside our house on the road. I also got no sleep whatsoever since down the street there was a loud house party that blasted terrible, ear splitting ‘music’ and spilled out onto the street. And let’s not forget my eye was still swollen and I was covered in bruises, so everything hurt. So, in total, I got 0.05 hours of sleep.

  “Time to get up son,” My Dad called from downstairs.

  I groaned, I hated getting up, especially since my body still throbbed terribly with each movement I made, and also because it was the Monday.

  “Ryder! Get up!” My Dad loudly yelled my name with two syllables, putting some serious emphasise on it. He obviously didn’t get any sleep either.

  I scrubbed my face with my hands before I excruciatingly slowly dragged myself out of bed. I hated Mondays.

  A couple of hours later and I found myself outside of school parked in my beat up truck. My face didn’t look as bad anymore, but I still had a slightly puffy, splotchy yellow and purple bruise around my eye. I just about looked like I had a fight with a door. But everyone would know otherwise.

  My body still ached with a dull throb and my Dad made sure I wore clean jeans (despite the paint splatters and grease stains) and a clean, plain black t-shirt. He even insisted he wash my leather jacket that I was also wearing. I was fussing over my hair and making sure everything was right, but really, I was just putting off getting out of the damned car. This situation didn’t involve nicely calculated moves, just blind steps so I prayed this went well.

  I looked over at the five front steps and saw a group of people there. Brad was there grinning from ear to ear with Stephanie nervously biting her nails next to him. All of the others at the popular table were there as well, along with Brad’s goons.

  I involuntarily sniggered at the name Ivy called them. They were after all, his goons. They were at his beck and call, almost as if they wanted him. You know, for all we knew, they could easily be gay. Or as straight as a bent ruler.

  Then I noticed how the group looked a little uneasy and stole glances to a group on the other side of the steps. A very familiar group of misfits.

  Ivy was there with a cigarette in her mouth and keeping an eye on the crowd. I could see Crystal there sitting on the steps, talking about something to Dylan who was lounging on the side rails which were made of stone. Roman was even there leaning against the wall with a cig in his mouth while silently watching behind dark sunglasses.

  I took a deep breath in and got out of the car. My beat up converse hit the pavement and I was walking- arrogantly- towards the group with my bag slung over my shoulder carelessly. I could do this; I’ve done stuff like this before. Plus I had on dark sunglasses like Roman’s. Can’t go around showing off my bruises now, can I?

  I walked straight up to them with an easy grin. “Hey guys.”

  “Hey Ryder, we were wondering when you’d show up,” Ivy grinned back at me. She had put the cigarette out when she saw me coming and even told Roman to lose it. I think she understood I didn’t like them smoking. Good, I would have yelled at them anyway.