"Josie, I want you down here in ten minutes!" My mother's roars had woken me up, I just lazily lied on my bed for what seemed to be seconds but apparentely it was longer than I thought. "Don't make me go upstairs and drag you off of that bed." She added later. I checked my phone's screen to see what time it was, since my mother was graving me too much to get up. Only half-an-hour left for my first class to start. Fine, my bad this time.
I get up and hurry inside the bathroom to shower as fast as I can. After I somehow finish in less than 10 minutes, I pick a random shirt, jeans and vans and rush to put them on. Later, I grab my bag and run downstairs to miraculously devour my breakfast in less than 10 minutes to rush to the bus stop so I don't miss the bus. My father was sitting on the table reading the newspaper and my mother was sitting next to him, eating breakfast.
"I still don't get why Archie gets a ride to school and I'm stuck with the bus." I whine, taking a full spoon of cereal in my mouth. It's true, I've been taking the bus for a month now while my brother goes to school with my parents. We don't go to the same school though, but it's still not fair.
"I'd like to remind you that you and your brother do not attend to the same school, and not that that's the main reason why, but you should also remember what happened the last time your brother sat in a bus. Now finisih your cereal and get out of here, unless you want to walk to school and be late." My mother says. The last time my brother sat in a bus he had a panic attack because he's claustrophobic. I rushed to full spoons in my mouth and grabbed my bag to dash outside and get to the bus stop.
And just as predicted, the bus had left. I sighed and took my phone and my earphones out, then I put them on and play Me and My Broken Heart by Rixton. For some reason, every time I heard music while walking I felt like I was in a music video. I felt that way just now, and I couldn't help but to sing the song along. This will be a long walk, so why not enjoy as well?
As I walked, a felt a vehicle drive next to me, as if it was following me. I didn't even take a look at it, I just kept walking and listening to my music. Minutes later, I still felt the presence of the same vehicle. Annoyed, I took my earphones off and turned to look at the vehicle.
It was a motorcycle, and riding it was the mysterious guy from last night. Then, everything that I saw yesterday came to my mind and made all the fear and the chills come back. He was staring at me while smiling, but he didn't say a word. "Done staring?" I say, my voice labored. He simply grinned, allowing me to notice the small dimple on his cheek.
"Need a ride?" He finally speaks.
"From you?" I ask. "I'd rather walk." I respond while I keep walking.
"Come on, no hard feelings?" He says. I remember how he abruptly grabbed my wrist last night. Just the thought of it, makes my wrist ache. I roll my eyes and walk even faster. "I'll see you around darling." He says right before stepping hard on the pedal and getting out of sight. I sigh relived, feeling secure again.
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"Okay class, since you're not paying attention today, how about I assign some homework?" The teacher sarcastically implies as the class growns in unison. "I want you to write an essay about a book you've readen and enjoyed so far," She says and I already had the book I wanted to write about in mind. "No more essays about Mathilda, Josie." She tells me and I smile at her. I like Ms. Tegan, her class was my favorite. Maybe because my two favorite things were related to it: reading and writing.
"What if I don't like to read, Miss?" Simon asks. I was ashamed of the kind of idiotic classmates I had.
"Fine, you can write an essay about whatever you want, just make it three pages long or you'll get half of the points." She finalizes, just before the bell rings. I gather my books and rush out of the classroom, not before saying my goodbyes to Ms. Tegan. Then I walked to my locker and opened it, getting my bag out and leaving all my books inside before closing it.
