My Name is Andrew Lee Cooper.

Chapter Six

My phone alarm slowly gets louder and louder and I groan. I pick up my phone and turn the alarm off, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I don't want to go to school. The summer passed by way too fast and I'm not ready to have education shoved down my throat. And I never have any motivation so schoolwork and I don't exactly get along.

I stand and stretch, yawning. I slide on my glasses and look out the window. It's still pretty dark out, but I can tell the moon is going down and the sun will be out soon. I walk to the bathroom, and over to the tub. I turn the handle and water gushes out of the shower head, and I step back. I peel off my pajamas, setting them on the bathroom counter. I remove my glasses as well and set them next to my clothes. Climbing in, I let the warm water spread over me. I let it soak into my skin and I let my hair get drenched.

After showering, I quickly dry off and go to my room. I quickly get dressed and pull my hair into a messy bun. I hate my hair so much. I want to cut it really short but I doubt Mother would let me. I check myself in the mirror.

Disgusting. Worthless. Waste of breath. Ugly. Why is anyone even friend with you?

I grab my phone and ignore the thoughts that attack my brain. Six fifty. I guess I can leave a few minutes early. I sling my bag over my shoulder and slip my shoes on and I'm out the door.

"Lily. Lily?" I'm being shaken awake. Bright lights enter my eyes and I squint. It's first period and I must have fallen asleep. "Lily, are you alright?" The teacher is kneeling down next to my seat. I nod and sit up, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just didn't get any sleep last night." I lie.

"Okay. Just don't fall asleep again, please."

"I won't. Sorry."

"It's alright, dear." She says, and walks back to her desk. The girls at my table shoot glances at each other and I roll my eyes. First hour just started and I already want to get this over with. The clock quietly ticks, reading eight-fifteen. Forty-five more minutes of this.

"Okay, what I want to do now is a little get-to-know-you bingo! Go around the room and have people sign a box that applies to them." She walks around the room and hands out papers to everyone. I sigh and lean back in my seat. I have no friends in this class besides Hailey, and we don't even talk much. "Okay, you can begin." Kids shuffle out of their chairs and go to friends. People start signing papers and I just stay at my seat. I pull out my journal and begin sketching in it. Minutes pass, and I see kids wanting to come talk to me, but then they decide against it. No one talks to me, and Hailey is talking to two of the girls that sit at my table. I wish Andy or Zoey were here with me. I keep doodling in my journal, hoping no one decides to speak to me. No one does. A few people get bingos, and the teacher hands them a piece of candy.

"Alright, time's up! Get back to your seats." A few grumbles about not getting candy are heard here and there, but everyone returns to their seats and sits down. The girls at my table return and talk quietly amongst themselves. Mrs. Cooke begins to talk about the upcoming unit and what we'll be studying, and I zone out yet again. She rambles on and on, talking about quizzes and tests. And then she mentions an assignment she's made for us for today, called a 'personality poster.' What are we in, second grade? We're supposed to put together a poster that has facts about us along with a favorite quote or motto of ours. It'll be due in a few days.

"For the last twenty minutes of class, you can work on it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, I'll be at my desk." The volume of the class goes from quiet to unbearably loud in a matter of seconds. Kids are talking and chatting, pulling out their phones and grabbing construction paper and markers from Mrs. Cooke's art drawer. I sigh and pull out my phone, plugging in my earbuds and playing some classic rock to block out the loud sounds of my class.