My alarm clock is blasting noise into my ears as I wake up, sending me into a short moment of fear before I realize its only my alarm. I turn it off quickly, hoping it didn't wake my father, its not like i don't want him to be awake, but i'm hoping he wont wake up so that I can walk to school instead of having him drive me to school hungover. He needs his sleep anyways.
My routine is quick for school, showering, getting on my favorite sweatshirt and jeans, before walking out the door quiet enough for my father to never realize i was awake.
The trip to school is short, only about 10 minutes away from my home. I honestly don't understand why my father always insists on driving me to school, I guess its just his way of trying to be the father figure in my life, while also trying to be my mother figure on top of it all. To say he was failing at both would be an understatement, he lost his job a while back, and after that I've been working two jobs just to try to make it by. But the fact that he is trying means a lot in my mind, no matter how much I hate his habits.
I walk into the school with my head down slightly watching my feet as i walk making sure i don't trip on anything, that would slow me down, meaning i wouldn't get as much work done before 1st period. I make it to my locker with no human interaction, and get all of my books out knowing i have homework in every class besides my favorite, ceramics.
(Schedule)
1st- US History
2nd- Spanish II
3rd- Pre Calculous
4th- Ceramics
5th- Marine Biology
6th- English
7th- Free Period
As I make my way to history class I check my phone, seeing a text from my father... he's probably angry at me for leaving without him. That's okay, he still needs sleep. He came home last night when I was already asleep, meaning he was at the bar all night. Before I can open my phone to read his text my phone flies out of my hands and onto the floor as I crash into someone and fall backwards onto the floor just as my phone did. I hope it didnt break... that things expensive.
"I'm so sorry!" I say as I sit up and gather my things before looking up to the person I bumped into. I dont know many people at the school because I generally just ignore everyone, but this guy is hard not to know. His name is Andrew Jackson, he's a part of the 'popular' group in the school, although hes kind of quiet. He's one of the few people in the school that if I bothered to talk to anyone, it would probably be him.
"Dont worry about it, it was my fault. I wasnt paying attention." He says, smiling as he helps me pick up my books. When we have them all he hands me mine. "Why do you have so many books anyways?" he says as he stands up, and helps me get up with all the books in my hands.
"I'm just going to do my homework before 1st period hopefully... so I kinda need them all" I say, smiling slightly as I hope this conversation ends soon so I can go.
"Your teachers clearly arent that nice to you then, I've only got a few worksheets to do" He says, laughing slightly and shoving his hands in his pockets, a habit i'be noticed he does when hes nervous through watching him talk people around the shcool.
I laugh slightly before saying quietly "I"m a tiny bit behind", as I say 'tiny' I hold up my thumb and pointer finger in a motion to show i'm being sarcastic about it.
"What classes? I'm understanding a lot of the material right now, which is rare. And I'd love to help you out."
"Its not necessarily a problem of not understanding it, I just dont have a lot of time on my hands at the moment, and everything tends to be late because of it. Thank you for the offer though."
He nods slighly, looking a little disappointed before he says "Well then, I wish you the best with all the homework, if you need help with anything youre welcome to come to me. I'll see you soon in history" after he says this he walks off and I watch him go over to his friend group. Suddenly I feel a pit of sadness in my stomach, realizing its been forever since i've had one of those, a friend group I mean. It was 6th grade when I had one, and they all left when my mother did... I suppose they wanted someone who didnt have depression issuses.
I ignore the feeling as I decide I should hurry to class.
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Just the beginning but if you like it please make sure to comment, and if you dont like it please just tell me why! Maybe i can fix it. thank you for reading <3
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