Sunlight shone through my bedroom window, causing me to squint my eyes at the brightness. I groaned and rolled out of bed, falling to the ground with a soft thud. Most likely looking like a zombie, I untangled myself from my covers and crawled to my bathroom. I hung unto the sink and pulled myself up, gasping at how I looked in the mirror.
I sure do look worse than usual.
My hair was all over the place, to top it off frizzy, too. My eyes had a tinge of red, which is what happens when I stay up until two in the morning on a school night. Blogging has its downs.
"I swear if I had a dollar every time I looked like this I'd have enough money not to look like this." I kept on mumbling to myself about how bad I always look in the morning until I got in the shower. Showers were sent from heaven, because nothing makes me feel as good as much as they do. I sighed in relaxation as the hot water hit my neck and rolled down my back. This is the only reason I wake up this early in the morning.
But, as they all say, everything comes to an end. So when I got out and wrapped a towel around my body to dry myself, I was less happy, knowing I had to actually start the day.
I picked up my folded uniform from my bed, and slipped it on top of my undergarments. I, unlike many others, have no problem with uniform. It's nothing but a piece of certain clothing that you have to wear to school. Some people say they express themselves by their choice of clothes, but everyone could express themselves some other way.
I braided my hair and slipped on my glasses, everything becoming clearer. I bit my lip as I headed downstairs, afraid to look in the kitchen.
Every morning, my mum is usually there, locking lips with a different man, probably drunk off her head. I try to tell her it's wrong and not good for her health, but all she does is wave me off and pretend like she's fine.
But both me and my sister know she isn't. Not after what happened five years ago, that is. She's been drinking, staying out late doing god knows what, and paying little to no attention to her own daughters.
I dared to look in the kitchen, seeing exactly what I do every morning. Hailey, my older sister, eating breakfast, trying her hardest to ignore my mother and, surprisingly, the same guy from yesterday, kissing again. I cringed as I passed them, getting the cereal. I quickly grabbed the milk and a bowl, and made myself some breakfast.
"Morning." Hailey mumbled, looking down at her food.
"Good Morning." I replied, groaning as I realized I had forgotten a spoon, and that I had to pass my ignorant mother again. I quickly got up, got my spoon, and went back, thankful that I didn't accidentally bump into either of the temporary couple. I ate my breakfast in a hurry, itching to get out of the lonely house.
Hailey finished breakfast and went upstairs to her room. Next year, she'd be a freshman in college, now she's on a break year. I hope she doesn't think of another break year because I can't stand the look on her face when she tries to eat her food, but can't because of the weird moaning noises our mother makes. It is really awkward having to eat while your mom is making out with a stranger a few meters away from you.
As soon as I finished breakfast, I grabbed my bag and keys and bolted out to the car. I got inside and sped away from the house. Parking the car in the closest spot to the school doors, I got out and made my way in.
"What the hell? What'd you do this time?" I turned my head to see one of our bad boys, Louis Tomlinson, talking to someone I didn't recognize. But man was he handsome. Brown curls that looked so soft, covering his forehead. Big glasses similar to mine covering his green eyes, that were shining with anger. I wonder what they were talking about.
"Hey! Get away from here, you nosy buffoon!" Louis yelled, causing me to jump.
Buffoon?!
"I-I'm sorry! I'll get going! I'm so sorry."
"You better be." He mumbled, going back to his conversation with the other guy, which seemed one sided.
Once I reached my locker, I noticed Ale was there.
Ale was my best friend. He was amazing, and loyal, like any best friend should be.
And he was hot, but he was gay, which I found out in the worst way ever.
I asked him out. He rejected me. Then decided to tell me. So it wasn't a great way of finding out, but we grew closer ever since. He's always been there for me when I needed him, and vice versa. And he was the gossip king. Nothing at this school happens without him being informed. So I wasn't surprised when he came running to me, giving me a bone crushing hug, and started ranting about something that had to do with the school's new photography club. As rude as this might sound, I really didn't care. I mean it was really cool that the school had a photography club, but I was more into writing.
"Can we go to class now?" I asked, interrupting his rant.
"Sure babe! But can I at least finish about how Amelia got her Chanel perfume stolen from the locker room?"
"Is she stupid? Who puts an expensive perfume like that in a freaking locker room?!"
"That's what I said!"
I rolled my eyes at his energy. He must've had an extra cup of coffee today.
"Okay let's get to first period, we're gonna be late."
"Fine. Let's go."
We made our way into class and sat in the front row as usual. Mrs. Clay is known for being unorganized and late, so no one seemed surprised when she entered the room ten minutes late, her papers were sticking out of all three suitcases she was holding, her glasses a few moments away from falling off her makeup free face, and bags under her blue eyes.
I got out of my seat, as I always do, and helped her with her papers. I took two of her suitcases and set them on her huge desk. People might call me a teacher's pet for doing this, but honestly? It was out of sympathy. The woman just went through an early divorce from her three-month butthole of a husband.
I smiled sincerely at her, and went back to my seat.
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Hey.. I'm really nervous right now even though I can't see you guys. I really hope you like this story and I'm extremely sorry if this chapter was uneventful. And I'm also sorry if I made any mistakes, I'll edit later.
So to lift up the mood here's one of my puns:
Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side got cut off?
he's all right now
okay bye love you!
•narrysdance
