The Sad and Boring Life of Samantha Weasly

Chapter 1 - Life is boring

Junior year, most would argue the most important year in high school. It was time for SATs, AP classes, sports, and clubs that make you look good. Life used to be simple for Sam. Well, never really simple, but simpler. She would go to school, then go home. And stay home. And only have a reasonable amount of homework. But it was junior year, so that meant at least four hours of homework a night and staying after school everyday for sports or clubs. Sam loved having no free time (not really).

Sam begrudgingly woke up to the peaceful song playing from her phone alarm. She tried to make waking up as easy as possible but there was nothing easy about waking up at five thirty in the morning with maybe five hours of sleep and a long day ahead of shit she didn't want to do. Turning off the alarm, she swiped to her home screen. Zero notifications. Not a shock to her.

Pulling herself out of her warm cocoon, she looked in the mirror to see her previously braided hair in a half up half down look, and the bags under her eyes to be more pronounced than ever. She delicately undid the braids from her hair to reveal soft wavy locks that fell around her face, resting just above her shoulders. That was her secret to having nice hair without any effort, just braid it. She decided to leave the bags under her eyes, everyone else at school had that same signature look of a sleep deprived teenager so why bother pretending she wasn't one in the same.

Sam went about her morning as usual, getting her shit together last minute as the bus pulled up and running out the door into the pitch black morning to not miss it. Then she went to school as usual, sitting through eighty minute sessions of teachers lecturing her, giving her an hour of homework, then sending her off to the next hell session. And don't forget about that thirty minute lunch period of sitting alone listening to music and zoning out in the lunch room.

By the time it was time for swim practice after school, Sam was already dead inside. But she swam anyway, only physically there while her mind had already ascended to an astral plane outside her body. Sam was used to this, and she knew that she just had to keep surviving day to day in order to get to the life she wanted. Ten years from now.

People always say there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but boy, it's a long ass tunnel.