A Badboy, Some Football & A Nerd

Chapter VI: Movie Marathon

They say that time passes by when you're having fun, but they never mention anything about when you're not having fun. And do you know why that is.

Yeah...well...me neither.

The first week of school sucked. Stupid school. Stupid Casey Cornwall. I was, of course, by myself for the whole week, because you know, no friends and all that.

I thought maybe Flynn and I had something - well maybe not, but a girl can dream alright - but he just ignored me for the whole week.

So to answer, what happens when you're not having fun? Time stands still. Well, figuratively anyway. Time tick by second by second, but one second feels more along the lines of ten and it seems of you're trapped in a cycle of boring. And a lot of ticking.

When Saturday came around, I slept through half of it. Typical teenager my parents would say. Sleeping in till noon and then eating everything in the kitchen.

They know me too well!

When I did finally wake up, it was already 11:34. Oh well. I took a quick shower, not wanting to annoy mum with all the water 'wastage'.

Changing into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, I wrapped my hair into a kings crown and walked down stairs into the kitchen.

My parents were there, of course, and my dad was cutting up a slab of ham, presumably for lunch.

He looked up from cutting and acknowledged me. "Hey look, sleeping beauty is up!"

Mum laughed at him. "Tired hunny?"

I got myself a big bowl and poured some cereal into it. I don't care that's it's nearly lunch I want cereal. "Not anymore. I slept for about 12 hours."

Dad just shook his head and went back to cutting. "That tends to happen when you fall asleep at 11."

Mum flicked through the pages of her magazine and looked at me. "So, what are your plans for the day?"

Dad dropped his knife and perked up. "Ooh, let me guess. Let's see." He stroked his imaginary beard. "Lay in bed. Watch Netflix. Eat. Watch some more Netflix. And then eat some more."

I fake gasped at him. "How did you know?"

He shrugged. "Lucky guess."

"Yeah, well you forgot peeing."

"You'll probably just find a bottle."

I slapped him, disgusted. "Dad! I am not peeing in a bottle."

Mum closed her magazine and laughed. "Brett dear, leave our poor daughter alone."

"Yes mum," he whispered in a whimper, so only I could hear him.

Which didn't work. Mum picked up a spoon and threatened him. "What was that?"

Dad scrabbled backwards almost falling off his chair and I couldn't help but laugh. "Nothing, dear."

Mum just waved the spoon at him. "That's what I thought."

I finished up my cereal, putting my bowl in the sink. "I'm gonna go do something about this," I said indicating my hair.

"Go for it. We're probably not going to see you for the rest of the day, but it was nice saying hello today." Dad said, almost sarcastically.

I thought about flipping him off, but I knew that would only result in being scolded by mum. I wandered upstairs and tried to tame my rats nest.

Soon enough it was throughly brushed and pulled into a high ponytail, which at first was too tight causing pain to strike my head. Now it was only loose.

Dad was right when he said I was going to watch Netflix all day, and probably into the night too. I clambered into bed, pulled the covers up to my chin like a little child and scrolled through the movies.

It was so hard to choose! There were too many good movies! Screw the producers for making their movies too good. After about 20 intense minutes of trying to choose a movie, I settled on Finding Nemo. A Disney classic, and one of my overall favourite movies.

When Nemos mum and hundreds of siblings are killed by the nasty big fish, I couldn't help but let out a little tear. That scene always got me.

Finding Nemo was done and I continued onto Finding Dory. Not as good as the original, but good nonetheless. I spent the whole day going through all the available Disney movies for me to watch. I watched the Shrek trilogy as well, despite it being Dreamworks.

After my third movie, I really needed to pee, so I raced into the bathroom. After I had done my business I could hear my parents yell from downstairs.

"And she has drained the dragon!"

"Dad, I don't even have a dragon!"

There was a slight pause.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. Sorry pumpkin!"

I laughed slightly and got back into bed, pressing play on the remote and continuing my movie marathon.

How did you like Chapter VI? Comment and vote for me, it really lifts my spirits up.

Are Athena's parents cool parents? Are they like your parents? Let me know. Of course I had to put in a parent scene, small as it is. Everyone loves their parents, unless they're nasty.
(wink wink nudge nudge. spoiler!)

Anyway sorry this chapter is so short, there wasn't much else I could fill it with.

Later dudes.

-tittleworks