Where's My Love Story?

Daily Troubles

I'm sitting here outside of school, pondering the thought of actually going today. I look at my watch and it says 12:06. I have another 40 minutes to decide that.

Ding Ding Dong Ding

I hear church bells ringing in the distance. They've been ringing since 12. How many bells must a church have?

I can't believe someone would write that into a book. I don't know why you're reading this.

If you're reading this then I must be interesting. Haha! That's a joke. Might as well take you through my day with me. Looks like you came along when I'm at school. You probably won't read much then, other than me trying to stay awake.

Let's go, I need some to walk me to class. I get up and I open the back doors of the building to smell bleach and ammonia. Oh geez! Just a heads up, they clean this building daily. You might want to keep that in mind.

I walk in and see that everyone is walking to class. Must be 12:40, looks like I gotta get to class. I mean, you've read up to here, I might as well do something interesting. Come on, I'll show you my locker.

I walk down the halls trying not to get trampled by the hormone raging teenagers of our generation. They need to get bigger hallways for this school, or atleast cut back on student admissions. I finally make it to my locker and I put in the combination. Do you mind? There are some things you don't have to read about.

I finish the combination and open my locker up. There, now you can look at that. Filled with my bag and notebooks. Not much but it smells better than the school. I pull out my backpack and close my locker. Get ready, we're going to class now.

I finally get to class and I look around. 3/15 people are here. Got here just in time to get my seat. I make my way to the back of the class and I take the seat that's in the corner. This spot is pretty much perfect, unless there's a shooing or evacuation. I can stay on my phone and it's darker than the rest of the room. Also the teacher, Ms. Izzy, never calls on me. Maybe it's the 100% papers I turn in.

I never said I was failing, I just don't like coming to class. It's the people that piss me off. Everyone wants to be friends, no thanks! I have family and friends back home. I don't need anymore. Besides, what are the odds I will even talk to you outside of school?

I can get by with no one to talk to. Well, there's you. You're listening, or in this case reading about my problems. So you're pretty much my counselor.

"Put away all phones and get ready to learn!"

That's Ms. Izzy, she says that everyday before each class. I pull out my phone and plug on my earphones. Time for Spotify to speed things up. Atleast until someone gets hurt or stars a fight. I see her put some problems on the board. Basic negatives and positives, decimals, fractions, and simplification. That's what it is really, just more numbers on the equation.

After about an hour of that, the bell rings. FREEDOM! Finally I can go home and relax. Maybe even get some sleep. I gather my things and walk out. I head to my locker and put my bag away. As I lock it up I look over to my right. I see a fire alarm. Should I pull it? Hell, school is out for today, why not? Because you're reading this. If I pull it, you'll know who. Or will you??