//BEEP BEEP BEEP//
Ugh. Guess its that time again... Ok get up its been 10 minuets. Oof. Ok bathroom bathroom bathroom. Made it... I think. Ah shit that lights bright. Fuck. Ok um toothbrush, toothpaste, and turn faucet on.
*Later*
Ok. Ok. Ok. Find a seat. Any seat will do just get one. Fuck theres no open. Whose the shit in my usual seat. Ugh ok. Um Zachary is sitting by himself so I guess I'll sit with him.
"Hey Zach, can I sit with you? Some little shit took my seat." I say as loudly as I can (which isn't very loud at all).
"Oh yeah sure." Zachary practically yells.
Ok. Sit down. Put you book bag on you lap. Face forward. Put in earbuds and turn the music all the way up. Find your emo ass music. Stay like that till the bus arrives at school.
*Later when the bus arrives at the school*
Ok. Homeroom. Please god if you exist let me get through today without the comments. The comments. The comments of hateful, harmful words that are pushed towards youth at an age of terror and personal findings. Ok what the fuck. Why do I talk like I'm writing a book or some shit. Finally, home room.
Look down. Don't make eye contact. Don't let them see your sketch book. Yes, I know stereotypical.
Fuck that popular girl again.
"Hey Brandon! I just wanted to tell you you look really good today." Says an extremely popular extremely annoying female.
Yeah ok. Don't reply. Don't make friends with the enemy. Find somewhere to sit. Sit down. Study your notes or read your book until the bell rings releasing you to first period.
//First period bell//
Walk quick. Don't stop for the bathroom even though you really have to go, you could use that out time later. Turn the corner. Look through the door window. Make sure other students are in there. Open the door. Keep your hand behind you don't let the door slam, that could cause attention. Keep your eyes on the ground and go to your seat. Look at the board and do the god forsaken warm up. Lay your head down. Pray everyone is out sick.
"Ok class! I'll be using the random name generator to pick who has to do the questions on the board" Says the teacher.
Fuck! Of course she picks the topic I'm struggling with.
"Um. Ok, Brandon you up."
Motherfucker! Shit! Ok calm down you can do this. If your hand doesn't stop shaking everyone will know your a scared little shit. And I can't have that. Ok um guess? Ok. Ok? Oh um lets go with this? Sit down now.
"Pretty close Brandon." The teacher say enthusiastically "Sara can you come and fix what Brandon didn't get?"
"Of course, Mrs. R!" Said Sara in her happy go lucky voice.
Ugh! You little shit thats so obvious. Whatever. Second period can't be worse. Could it? Ah shit of course it could.
