Sparks

Ch.1

"Ughhh," I groan loudly next to my best friend Alicia. "You'd think halfway through the year I'd learn not to procrastinate on assignments, but yet here I am doing my math homework fifteen minutes till class. Can't I just-"

"No you cannot copy my homework," she says cutting me off.

"Just one through ten and then I'll do the rest by myself I swear!" I say using my best puppy dog eyes. She simply gives me an unamused look before turning back to her food.

"Please!" I say begging one last time before resorting to bribery. "I'll buy you a family size bag of Takis," I say which immediately gains her attention.

"Throw in a bottle of blue gatorade and you can copy the entire thing"

"Deal," I respond and within a second I'm already copying down her answers. I finish the last question just as the bell rings signalling our lunch is over and that we have to go back to class. Yuck.

Not hiding the disgust on my face I hand back Alicia's paper as we start the walk back from the library to class. It takes about five minutes, maybe more considering we're slow walkers, until we finally make it to our seats just as the second bell rings telling us we should already be in our classrooms.

We pass forward our homework assignments and I immediately begin doodling on the corner of my notebook as the teacher begins to drone on and on about some equation we learned about last class.

The next hour and a half are a blur and before I know it I'm on my way to my next and final class, which just so happens to be my least favorite. Social Studies.

I know as a senior I'm supposed to be trying my best in all my classes so I can into a good college and blah blah blah, but I can't seem to bring myself to care about social studies.

As I part ways with Alicia I gruffly sit in my seat while angrily grumbling to myself. People are probably thinking I'm crazy, and good for them, because I am.

I spend the next hour and a half of class trying not to fall asleep, and daydreaming about what it'd be like if our toes were as long as out fingers or if our fingers were the length of our toes. When the bell finally rings putting me out of my misery I'm the first one out of the class walking towards my locker were Alicia is already waiting for me.

I share my thoughts on toes and fingers with her as we walk to my car while she strangely looks at me probably wondering why she chose to be my friend.

I unlock my car and we get in. It's nothing fancy, just a small pre-owned car, but it's mine and as long as I'm finally able to play my music I'm okay with it.

Unless someone tries to change my music.

Then I'm not.

Anyways, when we finally get to my house we head straight to the living room so we can watch movies only to find that my little brothers were already occupying the TV room.

I look to the ring leader which, like always, was my brother James who was two years younger than me. Next to him was Mark who was in third grade, and lastly was my little ball of floof Oliver who was three years old.

I squished his chubby cheeks before glaring at my brother.

"It's my day today," I say all while staring at him.

"I know," he says without sparing me a glance.

"It's my day," I repeat. "So why are you using the TV when you know it's my day?"

"The new season of-"

"I don't care, it's my day so use the laptop or something," I say reaching for the remote until he pulls it out of my reach.