Just You

1: Olivia

Waking up to a silent house, I stared at the ceiling. I sighed, sitting up and grabbing my phone, it read "September 24th, 2018. 8:05 AM." I got up and stretched, heading out into the hallway and into the bathroom. Turning on the cold water for the sink I grabbed my toothbrush, put toothpaste onto it, and started brushing. I stared at my face as I did, my hair was all over the place, having fallen out of the ponytail I went to sleep in and there were dark circles starting to appear under my eyes. 'Only two hundred and forty-nine days until graduation' I thought to myself.

Spitting out the toothpaste and water, I wiped my face and headed back into my room. Grabbing some clothes, which today consisted of a grey tank top, a black Owl City hoodie, and a random pair of jeans off my floor, I got dressed and brushed my hair before throwing it back into a ponytail. "Come on Liv, only two hundred and forty-nine days, you got this" I mumbled to myself as I closed my bedroom door and walked downstairs.

My parents left already, taking Hunter to school. I walked into the kitchen, seeing dirty plates in the sink from breakfast, looking around I saw there was nothing left for me. "Shocker" I rolled my eyes, grabbed a cereal bar from the pantry. As I was eating it, I grabbed my bag that my mom had hung on the banister and walked over to the door, and slide my feet into my shoes. I felt my heel pull the back of the shoe in on my right foot so I knelt down and fixed it.

I left the house, stopping briefly to smell the scent of Seattle after a heavy rain. I got on my bike and took off towards my school, the number two hundred and forty-nine staying in my head as I navigated the streets. When I finally got there it was only 8:37 so I had twenty-three minutes to study before class started. Walking into the building, I headed towards my first-period class, AP Literature. When I arrived, the teacher was at her desk, "Good morning Mrs. Clintwood" I gave her a half smile as she said good morning back. Sitting down I pulled out my textbook for AP Government and started reading the next chapter.

More kids started filling into the room, talking loudly to each other, so I put my textbook away as the bell for first warning rang. As soon as Mrs. Clintwood closed the door she started teaching. Listening to her, I absentmindedly drew the number two hundred and forty-nine with my finger on the top of my desk.

Class ended and I grabbed my bag, heading towards my locker I was blocked by a crowd that was beginning to chant the words "Fight! Fight!" I pushed my way through trying to get out of the mob, getting glares from people who wanted to see the two guys in the middle punch each other. I stumbled into the circle after someone pushed me, quickly gaining my balance I started walking along the edge of people to make it to the other side. Just before I reached safety, I turned briefly to see who it was fighting, and I stared into the face of Benjamin Hill.

Turning back around I finally made my way to my locker, just as a teacher started to break up the fight. "Detention to anyone I see left in the hallways!!" Mr. Locke yelled to the people who were in the circle. "Hill, Travers, Principal's office. Now." He snapped, helping Michael Travers up to his feet, blood trickling down his face from where Benjamin punched him.

I heard Benjamin huff as he grabbed his stuff and walked ahead, towards the main office, our eyes meeting briefly as I turned around. After that, the rest of the day was normal, unsurprisingly Benjamin and Michael weren't at lunch, with much disappoint from most of the other the school, though it didn't stop the gossip from spreading like wildfire. Everyone who cared to discuss why the fight happened, the reasons getting more and more outrageous by the next person. I sat at my table in the corner of the lunchroom, eating a granola bar I found at the bottom of my bag, reading more of my AP Government book. The other few people at my table merely nodded at me, each of us in our own little bubble as we ate and studied.

When I got home, my parents were still at work and Hunter was at his little league practice. Dropping my bag on my bedroom floor I pull off my hoodie as I walk over to my desk and open my laptop. Playing The Fray station on my computer, I began working on the essay I had for AP Literature that was due in a few weeks. I finished it a little after five PM, having taken multiple breaks and editing it a few times to work out all the grammar errors and such. I walked downstairs to find some food after my stomach began rumbling at me.