The Reflection Of Reality

The confusion

I wake up, hearing knocks on my door. It's my mom. I immediately open the door with the pain I'm suffering  through and mom says, "what just happened, and why is your nose bleeding?" It was such a tone I had never heard. Like never in those 13 years. I say, partly confused, "nothing, just I tripped"

Rubbing my nose, I look towards myself in the mirror, "Damn, that's some bad injury." I go to the other room, get the first aid and just dab some cotton until the blood clots. I leave it the way it is because I know my friends are going to roast me to practical death with any type of bandage on my face.

I wait for my bus while Nick, one of my friends from the same building I live in, comes and says, "Hey Ken, the bus's not going to come today, I heard in the news that the drivers have taken a strike. And what happened to your nose?"

"Well then, we have no option but just to walk. And that, that's nothing"

So Nick is basically an annoying guy who thinks he's oversmart, a year older than me and a bit dumb. coincidentally, we're in the same class for the past two years. We're basically each other in many different ways. His attitude is the same with everyone.

Fifteen minutes later, we're at the front of the gate. All the people look at me like I just murdered someone. Ignoring that I asked Nick, "Nick, you have the bulletin chart with you right?"

"No I kept it in class yesterday, I had volleyball practice yesterday. I was too tired"

"You feel tired with one volleyball practice? My arms and legs are already dead with track and field and volleyball."

"You're so good you don't need practice"

"Excuse me, What? Brandon sir tells me to come to practice daily", I give a strange look.

He says in denial, "I don't think so."