Catching What Seems To Be Love

After all, advice is my forte

I hear a loud crashing bang ricochet through the house. Crime scene: kitchen, the culprit: my mother, the loud exclamation of “Shit!”? Also my mother.

‘Time to get up’

‘Time to get up’

‘Time to -----‘

“I GET IT!” I shout hitting the snooze button. Geez.

I roll out of my bed onto the cold floor with a thump. I can only endure so much of the numbingly cold and itchy sensation, so I get up and stretch until I feel the satisfying crack of my bones-glorious! maybe today wasn’t going to be such a bad day after all.

I reach out for the uniform right in the middle of my personal tower of Pisa .  One, two, three, I pull out the uniform with lethal speed and profession, I watch my clothes toppel over each other on to the floor. I leave my clothes on the ground for some other day… week…year... or until my mother mysteriously comes out and i find my clothes back on their rightful place on the tower. I quickly squeeze myself into the nice uniform- believe me I’m not being sarcastic here, it’s the best uniform I’ve ever worn, a ¾  sleeved blouse, mid length skirt and leggings.

I take my cap off my desk and pull it over my coffee brown hair. “ A hat of champions” my Grandfather had always read off the hat, a crazy old man and eventhough he did not remember what he was talking about when he said that it was, infact, correct. It was the hat of Elvis Presley and signed by Michael jackson, the king of pop himself. It’s really old but it was the only thing that I had from my grandfather and I loved it.

I drag my brush once through the tips of my hair and go down the stairs two steps at a time. In time context you could say I was walking in slow motion but for me it meant that this way I would go slower to hell, so I had an excuse. By hell I mean a compulsory school trip that my whole year group has to attend. It was a trip my class didn’t want to go to, the teachers didn’t want to go to and most importantly I didn’t want to go to. You know what that means? It means that everybody will be whining like a little bitch, me being one of them, but that’s not the point. Actually I walk like this every morning but when you got an excuse why not use it?

Another thing is that my least favourite teacher is going to accompany us- Mr. Richard Matthews, and you know what THAT means? That I have to sit for detention afterschool or should I say after the trip today and listen for an additional hour to the whinny bitches, me being one of them, still not the point.

You’re probably asking “Why are you going?” and “Why is your class going?” “just skip” and some “Are you dumb?” “ Is your class dumb?” I bet that you don’t really give a unicorns shit but that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to answer m-your questions, it’s my story anyways, I can do and write whatever the hell I want. Ok back to those questions I-you were asking. Believe me; the whole class was planning to skip the trip. It’s not that I eavesdrop or anything( I just happen to have exceedingly good hearing skills) but I heard these two girls talk about a party at Sandra’s (don’t know her either so don’t ask), they said that everyone was invited because it’s a “ fantastic day to party, I mean, we’re like totally free, I mean like, who’s gonna go to that stupid trip?” At that time I was kind of planning to go, before I knew that we were having Mr. Richard accompanying us, “ I mean like”-ew.      Disgusting.   

Their plans were as slushied as a.. Slush.. (forget that, please) If you come you get a boost of 10% on your humanities result and if you don’t- you get a deduction on that mark and detention-great huh? Some were still willing to skip but that was before the school called the students families about this (What are we, 10?) and of course like all families they thought it was going to develop their children’s educational skills (the school told them that as well) and who wouldn’t want their baby wayby to get a good grade?

To answer your third question: Hey! :(

To answer your fourth: … The class gives off a ‘dumb’ vibe but that does not necessarily mean that they’re dumb, right?

Wooh, finally done with those monster stairs. I walk into the kitchen and shout a loud “hey mum”

“Morning darling, you know I can hear you right?” She says pouring some pancake mix into the pan.

“yeah”

“Thank goodness for that so make sure that it stays that way please” I give my mum an offended look “So are you excited for your trip?”

I pull my upper lip in a smile and sound out an “mhhmm, of course”

My mother looks at me and frowns “ Darling don’t do that you look like a donkey, what would other people think?”

“yeah, ok thanks mum” I say eating my pancakes agitatedly.

“sure darling, giving advice is my forte” I nod to her in agreement and when she turns around I quickly shake my head.

I get up to leave “Don’t you want to take that silly cap of yours off?” my mum asks.

“Nope”

“Why?”

“You know mum, um, sun, trip, eye and burn protection ahhh! bye!” I rapidly close the door behind me and start my ten minute walk to school. My mum once tried to throw the cap away so I make sure she stays away from it. Only because it graying, and musty, and old, nearly unwashed for… a while, a person just doesn’t go randomly throwing it away at every chance they get.

I walk on enjoying the sound of shoe on pavement until I see that right in front of me is a flock of birds, I run towards them with a little shout to see them flap away in panic however they weren’t the only ones panicking. Little did I know that there was some kid watching me with only two short chubby legs to save himself. I shrug my shoulders as i watch his running-away-from-monsters routine. Runs, pauses, looks back, see’s that I’m still there, screams, runs and repeats. That guy is going to have a hard time multitasking when he grows up. He only stops when he is beyond the school gates next to his little friends. His little story about me consisted of pants, mimics of me (not him, he resembled a chicken if you ask me) and his hands pointed towards me. His friends turn around slowly to see the tyrant in all his glory, and don’t seem in the least disappointed that I’m the horrible monster their friend was (over) exagerating about. ‘Just like I imagined’ I hear a kid say, I frown. I give them a wave and smile but all they do is shake their heads at me ‘what is she doing?’ I hear one say ‘why is she looking at us like that?’ 'yeah she looks like a donkey' Sigh.

I walk away towards the west gates leading to the student parking lot where all teenagers stand. The girls checking out the guys and taking pictures with them, and the guys checking out the different cars that they could take selfies with and later post them with the subtitle ‘ sweet random car I found in the middle of the street’ or  ‘ my future car ;)’ I enter the school corridor.

Maybe today wasn’t going to be a good day after all.

A/N

This chapter is just to get to know Lea, the next chapter will be better, hopefully. Hasta la vista. I dedicate this chapter to scarletskip for being the first to support my story, tahnks! I won't be able to update for a while ( until around the 18th) sorry