Chapter 1: There

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Night time. Chilly, wholesome, slightly eerie.

I love it but I hate the darkness and the things that come with it, I see you boogey man.

I have been on the same line for an hour and a half, yet to achieve anything.

I knew it was awful of me to allow all the essays I'd been assigned for the holidays to pile up this much, but I had faith in myself  that I would do it before the school break ended. Perhaps that's where I made a huge mistake, seeing as i have never gone a day without procrastination coming to rear its ugly head in my life.

Well that and my short attention span.

I worked really hard to try and get things done so I could enjoy my free time without having the feeling of guilt at the pit of my stomach from thoughts of not being able to do my work and getting into trouble with my teachers, but all that was left behind as soon as my best friend, Matthias, called me up during the holiday break.

Teasing me due to the fact that I wanted to make life easier for my self by doing a little homework, i mean come on! If he had just left me alone, i would be cruising in lala land right about now, not having to fret even the slightest bit about any of this. The bonehead.

He may be infuriating, but at the end of the day, we compliment each other in our own weird way. The exciting and spontaneous bad boy, as he likes to call himself, along side the socially anxious goody-two-shoes. I guess opposites attract and all that mess.

I can't really be bothered by how it goes.

A few more minutes pass when I finally get up from my study desk and decide to step out of my room for a bit.

Dinner ended a while back but I refused to eat at the time, simply because I thought that food would just slow me down.

Funny how I still didn't get any work done even after I skipped one of the best parts of my daily routine; meals organized by time.

" Man I'm beat" I breathe out as I stretch.

The knots and occasional sting I get from slouching while sitting for a long period are present. Mum is always on me for that but I just can't deal with the stress and concentration needed to sit properly.

I'm just that lazy.

I scan the dining area for any munchables appropriate for midnight snacking.

Celery, ew, Carrots, never, oh- "Eeek!" I squeal due to feeling of joy I get once I spot a bag of red hot cheetos, immediately calming myself down when I remember that anyone home at this hour is probably asleep.

With the bag in my arms, I creep back into my room and close the door as quietly as I can to avoid waking anyone up, that's if i haven't already done that. Eyeroll.

I plop down on the bed and grab my phone from it's corner near my pillow.

Thirteen messages.

Mats4Brains- bebe bebe bebe

You done your homework?

Ajdndjsojdnd

Y

Won't

U

Answeeeeerrr

Of course those are from him. Idiot.

Me- you're literally the only person I know who can text dumb stuff like that at this hour. BTW, you still have the nerve to ask whether I'm done with my homework? Really? I haven't finished a single essay thanks to you!

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