Liking Love

Chapter 1

Honestly, I can't anymore. I really cannot for the love of anything special. All I wanted with high school was a new beginning, a fresh start, a way to get my life back in track, but instead of getting my life on track, I got my feet on it. It's only the dark morning of the first day of school and I'm already fucking dead as hell because of cross country. For the past month, I've been running, running, running my ass off and running 4+ miles each day for practice. It's so tiring. And again, it's still only the first fucking day of school. If I could, I wish I could stay in my bed right now, and sleep, melt, just ooze into a deep concentrated sleep but alas, I'm gonna drag my feet out of bed and onto the cold wooden floor of my small bedroom.
Uncomfortably, I dragged my sore legs and feet across my bedroom, lugging my backpack with me.
"What the fuck?" I say to myself. "This backpack is already fucking like, 18 pounds."
I groan as my dead ass self barely brings myself down the stairs to greet my breakfast.
"Mornin' hon!" my mom cheerfully says. "You've gotta get yourself a move on or else your gonna be late to the bus on the very first day of school!"
I didn't say anything as I slowly sat down to eat my breakfast. As I did, my mind raced with thoughts about how much of a drag this day would be. However, I glanced up at the clock, and as I saw the time, I put down my half eaten breakfast, painfully started getting up with my backpack and violin, and started for the front door.
"Have a great day Drew!" My mom said as I was halfway out of the house. "After today, there's only about 185 days of this school year to go!"
'haHA tHaNkS mOm,' I thought in my head. 'Maybe I'll actually come out to you on one of those days.'
My sore legs casually screamed as I was walking all the way over to the bus stop where I almost missed the bus. Almost. Glad I didn't. I found the nearest open seat and dozed off. The bumpyness of the ride helped keep me from going into a sleep too deep and I enjoyed the extra shut eye.
In a flash, the bus was already at the school, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to start the day. I sorely walked off the bus, and quickly walked into the school and started for the orchestra room to put away my violin. As I did, my friend Joanne walked by right at the exact same time to put her instrument away too.
"Oh my god Drew, I haven't seen you in sooo long!!!! How the hell've you been?" she asked me.
"I'm like, mehhh. Same old same old." I told her.
"Ha well don't worry it's only the first day. You have another 180ish days to find yourself this year," she replied.
"Omg, you're staring to sound like my mom, stawp. Plus I already found myself last year...." I said. Thinking of my gaywaking last year high key makes me want to kms.
"What? What do you mean?" she asked.
"Nothing, just some sad-ass memories from last year." I replied.
"Ha ok. But again, it's only the first day so like, do whatever floats your boat." she said back.
"I wish! I've been here for the past moth because of cross country. It fucking sucks ass." I said
"Oh. Well good luck with that, I guess." Joanne said. "But hey, it's high school, maybe you'll score yourself some hot dudes while your at it."
"OH MY GOD STOPPP, I'm so ugly I'll always be forever alone," I said.
As Joanne was in the middle of an eye roll, the bell for homeroom rang. I walked away from her, said a fast "Cya," and we hurried in opposite directions in order to go to each other's homerooms. I walked and walked and walked, but finally found my homeroom, and walked in, just barely beating the bell. I sat down where I had to, and got started with the first day of school.