Intertwined

Miles

Miles

Let me just say that for the record, falling asleep at half past three in the morning and being woken up by an alarm clock that plays unroolling beeps and clicks two hours later is not nearly the best way to start off your day, nor to be woken up.

I rolled over to the side of my bed where my night stand stood to turn off the alarm clock that precisely said six fifth-teen on it.

Wonderful, I'm up an hour and a half before school begins.

I put in my headphones to see if some green day or some bowling for soup would sooth me but it didn't.

I groaned finally deciding to get up, not having any success from trying to fall back a sleep.

I sat up from my bed and stretched. Yawning I got up, rubbing my bare chest making my way to the bathroom.

Stripping from my pajama bottoms I stepped into the shower, letting the soothing warm drops of water hit my body.

It was barley hitting 6:50 once I was finished getting ready. Long showers are nice, when you have the time, I could just live in there for the rest of my life. If the consequences didn't include me shrivelling up like a prune that is.

Before heading downstairs I grabbed my glasses and slid them on. They're not the prescription type, I just like wearing them. I stopped and took one last look in the mirror giving myself a little overlook, and also reframing my glasses a bit so they wouldn't fall off my ever so populated freckled nose. I've never liked my freckles honestly, I thought they're the most horrid feature I held. I sighed, running a hand through my hair before grabbing my phone and keys making my way down stairs.

My mom wasn't awake yet nor was Richard.

Richard is my scumbag of step-father, he and my mom married when I was in my freshman year and I never was on good terms with Richard not even when they where dating, not even what happened that one night but that doesn't matter. He was never on good terms with me either so to say but if he makes my mother happy then I shouldn't complain, right?

I quickly made myself a lunch for later today before grabbing my old worn leather jacket, slid on my old pair of vans and quietly headed out the door.

It was around 7:20 when I arrived at school. I still had a few minutes to spare

Locking the car I walked up the steps and into the building, nothing like the putrid smell of sweat and deodorant to welcome you back to school. I wanted to hurl right then and there man. I don't know if anyone has heard of a shower here but I do hope someone at the welcome back assembly addresses it.

I had history with Peterson first, history isn't my best subject but it isn't my worst. But it's always fun to hear about all the blood that had been spilled or journey's people have made to make this nation a nation.

At lease I think so.

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The bell finally rang for lunch. Thank god, I don't think I could withstand these morons anymore.

It's not that I don't hate math, it just you get tired after a certain mark in your life with hearing these idiots asking the same damn question nearly every time they enter this subject. You'd think they'd learn by now that "I don't get this." Or "This is hard." Isn't an acceptable answer. I scoffed. Morons

I quickly ran to my locker to grab my lunch for the day, which is a salad, some crackers, fruit and a drink. I should say this is a good healthy snack, I mean it's better then the slop these cafeteria ladies feed us. no offence or anything