Tired // Luke Hemmings

Karas POV: 
Hearing a faint noise in the back of my head, my eyes flutter open and the bright morning light shines through my coloured glass windows straight onto my face, I groan and roll over, burying my face in the softness of my pillow, it’s getting louder and my head starts to throb.I roll slowly out out of bed and go to turn off my alarm clock. 7:50! Shit! I have 10 minutes to get to school in time! I hate Mondays. I instantly wake up and run straight across my room to have a shower. I hop in, appreciating the hot water running over my body but then snap out of my trance, I don’t even bother washing my hair this morning, it’s days like these that I love dry shampoo. I turn the shower off and quickly dry myself before hopping over to my closet, being careful that I don’t slip over.

Even though I don’t care what people perceive me at the hell hole I call school, at my age of 16 I would never leave the house without looking presentable. I grab my American Apparel black high waisted shorts, a white, loose crop top with the sleeves rolled and my trusty red and black flannel to put around my hips. I brush my ombre hair out and spray the dry shampoo in, giving my wavy hair volume and texture almost immediately. I rush back into the bathroom, brush my teeth and get my makeup out and ready to apply. No matter how late I am running, I will never rush my makeup. I apply a light foundation, eyeliner and mascara. I have never been one to drown my face in makeup, I have had clear skin my whole life. I slip on my black Dr. Martens and grab my bag from the top of my dresser. I check my watch and take one last look at myself. 8:20, not bad for 30 minutes I shrug. My feet are moving too fast when I run down the stairs and I nearly trip over myself, luckily I regain balance and head towards the kitchen. I never get hungry at school anymore but I grab an apple and my water bottle just in case, put them in my bag with my books then sprint to the door and lock it behind me.

Practically jumping onto the sidewalk I start jogging, I must look like an idiot to whoever drives past but I don’t care. It will only take me 10 minutes to get to school if I keep this pace and if I get there when the bell for second period goes, hopefully I can sneak into class and no one will notice me not being there for first period. 

 I see my school up ahead after about 5 minutes of my attempt at running. That wasn’t as long as I’d expected. I start walking up through the front entrance when I stop dead in my tracks. I can’t just walk into school without teachers noticing me! The student reception and teachers lounge are both at the front of the school! I have to think quickly. Right! I can go around the back of the school and jump the fence, my locker is directly behind the fence anyway so I can easily get my books then head off to class. 

I’ve never been at the back of school before, this is where the ‘populars’ hang out. They all must think they’re too cool to follow the school’s rules about not being allowed to sit there. God, I can’t wait until I finish high school, I have never despised another human being as much as Luke Hemmings. Just because he's in an 'amazing' band and he is good looking that instantly made him the most popular boy in school? Every day of the school week I have to get up and get ready for another day of seeing him. Fortunately the only classes we have together are English and Math, and even then, that is too many.

Ever since my parents got divorced I thought moving from Melbourne to Sydney with my mum was the right decision but in the past few years I have realized that we don’t get along very well. The only good thing about her being away for work all the time is that I can spend time with my boyfriend, Blake, alone. No, it’s not what you’re thinking. We haven’t done ‘it’ yet, we just hang out. So i’ve decided I’m going to study journalism over in America, even though I won’t live with my dad I will still be near him. But until that happens, i’m stuck here. I reach the wooden fence and try to pull myself up but it didn’t work so I pulled my leg over. I then jumped with my other leg and landed swiftly on the ground with a thud, facing the fence. “Skipping class are we?” a voice calls from behind me, startling me. I turn around, quite sure of who it is, but I let my naive side take over convincing myself it isn’t him. I slowly turn around...