TOOT...TOOT....TOOT...
"Alright, alright! I'm up you god darned clock" I say and hit my honking alarm. Suddenly I hear a crunch sound and freeze up. "Oh god, please don't be a cockroach, please don't be a cockroach" I chant over and over again while slowly prying my eyes open. Relief floods through me as I see it's my glasses that I smashed, not an insect. Wait a minute.... "MY GLASSES!!" I shout and stare at them, or their remenants to be more exact. "What a sad death you have to meet. Goodbye glasses, we was a good run. Now I'm setting you free, to do what you want to do what you please without me~" No, Snap out of it! Don't start singing because you know the song will be stuck in your head all day long! I get up from bed and do my usual morning routine (Please don't tell me that I am the only one to do this): look in the mirror find out that there is no need to shower, brush my hair out which thankfully is not a massive chore since I was blessed with almost tangle-free hair and brush my teeth. I only occasionally wash my face but usually refrain from it since nobody looks at that thing anyways. Going over to the smallest (and messiest wardrobe in history), I wear the first thing I see which is yesterday's band t-shirt, black hoodie and skinny jeans. I take a look at my watch and realize there were only 15 minutes until school started. Walking to school takes 15 minutes. "shit, shit, shit. Shoes, ok.... calm down. BREATHE...Does anyone know where my sneakers are!?" My question is met by silence. That's when I then realize no one is at home. Not unusual at all (please note the sarcasm). I finally find my shoes and rush out the door with achewing gum in my mouth and a water bottle in hand . Who needs breakfast anyways? Okay, maybe I do. But I have no time!
Outside I see my beautiful bicycle in all its glistening glory; It was my life saver, seeing as biking to school barely took 5 minutes whilst walking took 15. Who needs a boyfriend to drive you around when you have your trusty bike? I hopped on it and started biking to school. Moments later I took notice how blurry everything was. It wasn't blurry as in "it's so blurry I cannot see a thing" but items lacked their usual sharpness. Oh right, broken glasses I thought... Mental note: go to the optician after school.
I reach school with five minutes to spare, rush to my locker, empty my backpack, grab what's needed, and head to class. I reach class just as the bell starts ringing. Phew, disaster evaded.
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A/N
Hi!
Honestly, this whole writing a book thing is really new to me so please do bear with me. This is the first time I have ever written something like this so please excuse its messy (not-so-glorious) glory. I have no idea where I want to take the characters or how I want them to develop yet. All I know is that this story will be somewhat cliché and sappy. You have been warned.
Leave a comment on what you think, I don't mind if it's a critical comment as long as it's constructive and isn't critical in a demeaning manner. (Eg. what do you think of my tense usage? How do you like the main character so far? Do you want me to assign a cast? [personally I think it's quite a meh idea but please tell me what you think]) Cheers!
PS. the song she was "singing" was Fireworks by You Me At Six. Check them out, they're incredibly awesome and talented! :)
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Eye contact with a Punctured Bike
Genç Kurgu"The amount of anxiety I feel when walking from home to school and vice versa is like no other. I mean, seriously! How do you act when walking by a person? Do you stare at them? Do you evade their gaze? Do you look into their eyes? Do you look at th...
