Risking It

Crap. School.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Do you wanna know what the most depressing sound on the face of the planet is? The sound of an alarm clock at 6:45 in the morning. That, my friends, is the sound of true depression.

Getting ready for school was more painful that when you hit your toe on the door and it breaks your nail. It was ten times worse. The only thing that kept me going, was the 3 cups of coffee and my music.

Just as I was walking out to the car, I got a phone call, "Oh my god Artemis, where the frack are you??"

Hmm... Was I supposed to go do something? I didn't think so? I sighed, "I'm at my house?"

"Seriously? You had an exam to come make up before school." Wren, who was on the other line, sounded so done with my crap. I couldn't help but kind of agree with her. Personally, if I was my own best friend, I would have left my hopeless self years ago.

I would normally promise myself that I wouldn't ever stay up all night again. But even I know that would be a lie. Instead I just hang up with her, and get in the car for school. I loved my car. It was a beat up, old, red jeep. I washed it every Saturday, but it always had a bit of dirt on the bottom. It had a dent in the back, and the backseat had a tiny little tear in the seat cover. It was perfectly flawed. And whenever I was in it, I felt more at home than anywhere else in the world.

I didn't rush to school, I never did. I smoothly pulled into the parking lot, perfectly on time. I heard my stomach grumble, and I was hit by a sudden realization. I forgot to eat! Well, there was only one solution... To just accept my tardy, and go to Waffle House.

I choose the booth at the corner of the people-packed Waffle House, ordering chocolate chip pancakes and bacon and coffee. I'm not gonna lie, eating like this was super unhealthy. But it's okay, because I am convinced that it's better too die from eating to many sweets than to never eat them at all. Just when I was almost finished with my meal, I was hit by a wave of sadness, because I had to go to school soon.

WOW. You know what might actually be worse than waking up in the morning? Pre-Calculus. Sitting through that class was torture. But the rest of the days event went by smoothly and by their usual routine. This is the general routine that I never stray from: Wake up, Anatomy, Pre-Calculus, World Literature, Spanish 111, then came the actual part of school I enjoyed. Lunch.

Lunch was great, usually. I sat with Wren and a few of our other friends. But I usually wandered around a little too. Today, when I sat down to Wren, she smacked my arm and glared at me. I always found her a bit comical when she was angry. Because she had such a round sweet face, and was such a goody-two-shoes. However, I resisted laughing, for her sake. After Wren was done glaring at me, she hugged me and told me all that I had missed. Then she pulled a thermos of coffee out of her bag. She didn't drink coffee, but she must have realized I needed some.

Maybe I haven't described her well enough. I've made her seem kind of stuck-up. She is actually kind of like an older sister. Protective but not afraid to smack some sense into you. She's smart, and while she knows it, she very rarely judges me (aloud at least) for my laziness. She was pretty too. Her hair was dyed the most aesthetic rose-pink. And fell in gentle waves down her back. She wore round glasses, that made her look even more lovely. And while sometimes, I wanted to punch her, she was and always would be my best friend.

I chugged the coffee quicker than I probably should have. And listened while Wren rambled on about her annoying older sister.

She complained, "Honestly, I don't know where my parents messed up with her. Because what kind of sister dares to tell me how to do my-" In the middle of her venting, Cayden strutted up to our table. All of my friends went silent, not because they didn't know him, but because he was dressed like an idiot and still looked hot.

He flirted, "Hey, girls." Then he took time to look at each of them and smile a little. Wren sighed quite loudly next to me. You see, Wren hated flirts. She was determined that Cayden just wanted to get in their pants. I adamantly disagree. I am determined that he isn't even into girls, if you catch what I mean.

After he chatted with all of them for a bit, he looked at me. Finally. It's not like I've known him since he was a chubby little nerd in kindergarten, or anything. He began, "I was surprised to see you here. You're not exactly known for coming to school after pulling an all nighter."

"She stayed up all freaking night," Wren intervened, "because you are a horrible influence on her. You idiots shouldn't have even-"

I once again blocked them out. Those two were always arguing. After all, why in the world would my two best friends actually decide to get along? You can't tell, but I am using extreme sass right now.

By the end of lunch, Cade and Wren were still bickering, and I didn't have time to actually care. The rest of the day was a breeze. Boring, but easy.

You know whenever you get bored and you are laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. Well, I was currently staring at my ceiling fan, trying to find one of the ceiling blades. This wasn't unusual for me. I blame my never-ending boredom on the fact that I have never been able to do anything interesting. I blame it on the fact that I've never left my small little town. That even though I go wild and rebel, I've never been able to make an actual difference. And so, I just keep staring at the fan until I fall to sleep.