mountains • david dobrik

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6 am, monday, the williams' residence

sunday had flew past pretty quickly, as bea woke up at 1pm and watched netflix all day, her mom still in new york for an important business meeting of some sort.

 she rolled over, pressing the snooze button on her alarm, which was an action that was very familiar to her and had become some sort of reflex. when she finally got up, she threw on a hoodie and sweatpants: her outfit for the school-day.

today was going to be an interesting day. the interest part being that bea was now known to the whole school as katrina's "lesbian lover". the whole "trisha situation" was bea's first clue that vernon hills wasn't a very progressive town.

bea was running late by the time she left the house. she practically had to sprint in order to get to the bus before it sped off. she got on, panting. she looked over towards her normal seat, which was occupied by the ass of none other than david dobrik. sighing, she sat down towards the middle of the bus. she decided that it was far too early in the morning to tolerate his irritating behaviour. she dreaded second period, when she would have to attempt to converse with him civilly for an hour.

looking out at the evergreen trees that the bus was passing speedily, bea grabbed her earphones from her bag and plugged them into her phone. once she had decided what song she would play on repeat for today's hour-long bus journey (today she went for come on eileen by dexy's midnight runners), she laid her backpack on the empty seat beside her and leaned her head back against the headrest of the uncomfortable, aged bus seat.

soon enough she arrived at school, and luckily her non-pissed-off mood was still intact. even though bea had always told herself to not give a fuck, she was very anxious to actually enter the school building on this particular day.  what if people made fun of her? she decided that she needed to calm herself before attending first period. and she only knew of one effective way to do this: weed. 

almost immediately after this idea had popped into bea's head, she reached into her school bag and took out a small, zip-lock bag of weed and a packet of rolling paper that she always carried around with her,  waiting for those "special occasions" such as these. she rolled a joint and took the lighter out of her sweatpants' pocket. she took quite a few puffs for a while until the joint was significantly shorter than it had been to begin with.

 after spraying herself with whatever tacky body-spray she found in her bag to cover the distinct smell, she headed towards her homeroom. luckily it was a long way away from the bus bay so she had more time to get mentally prepared for the school day.

she walked into room 6, 10 minutes behind schedule. with reddened eyes, she apologised for being late and sat in her designated seat, next to zane. immediately zane laughed. he knew what was up.

"what have you been up to?" he chuckled, miming the act of smoking a joint.

bea groaned, "oh god, it's not too obvious is it?"

"it is" bea flashed him a look of concern; he continued, "don't worry. teachers seriously don't care what the students are up to as long as they get paid." he reassured her.

wow, bea thought, this school really is that shit.

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