Finding A Purpose

Finding A Purpose 8: Soon To Be Boss?

Chapter Eight: Soon To Be Boss?

I woke up extra early today partly with what Ant said last night but also the dreams that I've been having. I barely remember them as they disappear when I wake up. I glanced at the time on my iPhone as it read 6:30am, definitely way too early for my liking but it's too late to go back to sleep.

I pulled the covers off my body grabbing a few essentials heading to the bathroom to take a shower. I started humming to myself as I find it weird showering silently.

After the usual routine, I moisturized my face checking for any pimples all clear. I get pimples when I eat snickers. Mm, snickers. I pulled my hair into a bun, pinning back the bangs that kept falling out. Dad would always say I had the prettiest eyelashes. They were too long and it curled back, when I was little I thought I was some weirdo but eventually I've grown to like them.

He'd compliment me almost everyday even when I looked homeless and was going through that tomboy stage. I guess it was his job as a father to say such things.

I applied some baby lip balm double-checking myself in the mirror for any snots etc. I looked at my watch.

8:10am

How the hell did the time go so fast, I threw a pad and pen into my bag throwing it over my shoulder. Sliding along the railing was way faster then actually walking down them seemed better. It was either nobody was home or still sleeping, I'll go with the first one.

8:20am

Shit! I grabbed my keys and a apple locking the house I jumped in my car stepping on the pedal worried I'd be late but also cautious if I get a speeding ticket.

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I pulled into the student parking lot, I had five minutes left till form time. Grabbing my stuff I jogged to class my bangs becoming undone.

Same things happened, only apparently every one has a turn reading the school notices and currently was some dude that I couldn't even understand properly because he was mumbling the entire time.

The bell rang signalling for first period. Great. I've got English hopefully we can actually converse this time. I stopped at my locker to get a pen only to hear someone calling my name.

"Morning girly."

It was Jim, the janitor. "Morning Jim, how are you this morning?"

"I'm good, yourself?"

I smiled at him. "I'm great now."

He laughed as he emptied one of the trashcans lined up along the hallway. "Your such a gem. You should get going I don't want you being late again."

I nodded in understanding. "Okay, I'll see you later then."

When he continued emptying the rubbish bins I couldn't help but notice the whispers and laughter from those that were still lingering in the hallways. They were talking about Jim. At that moment I just wanted to yell at them for looking down on somebody that should be respected. Just because he was a janitor didn't mean he should be treated the way he is. He's human and one of the nicest people ever, kinda reminded me of that lady that owned the uniform shop.

It definitely put me in a not so nice mood. I hated seeing people being treated unfairly, I've been fortunate to help those that are suffering and kids like them should appreciate life more.

I pulled my chair out setting my pad and pen on the desk. I knew he was looking at me, I could just tell. I just didn't have the energy in me to bother. Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be all confrontational and shit but I'm not feeling up to it.