Here We Go Again...

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I wake up on the sound of the alarm, quite surprised that I actually woke up. I groaned as I rolled over trying to find the warmest spot in my bed and continue sleeping, but life isn’t a wish granting factory (Augustus Waters, The Fault in Our Stars.) Once I am up, I can never go back to sleep. I stride over to my toilet, pulling my legs with me if I might say, and get a shower. I go to my built in closet and find something cute to wear. I finally decided on some pretty little brown shorts, and a nice blue-ish tank –top. I slip on my blue vans and head to the kitchen. It is now 7:30 and school starts at 8. I am already running late for school. I grab an apple and get some money. My brother enters and wishes me good-luck and all the brother talk on how I shouldn’t talk to strangers but that I should make friends and have fun. It is pretty contradictory, but I suck it up and just go to school. Thank god the school isn’t that far, so it only takes me 15 minutes to reach. I had a student orientation a week ago so I am familiar with the school and my locker and that things. I have Biology 1st period with Mr. Andrew.

I knock before I enter and hear faint “come in.” I find the class already settled down, with all my underground peeps, my 3 best friends, including Jay and his girlfriend. The teacher sounded angry because I entered a minute after the bell. Well isn’t he punctual. Please, note the sarcasm.

“Hello, I am a new student and was just kind of lost… so sorry, it won’t happen again.” I tried to sound as sweet and apologetic as possible.  He just said that it better be and assigned me a seat right next to Jay. I was static as his girlfriend sat across the room. I tried acting cool and we just exchanged heys. Mr. Andrew, basically, didn’t give us a chance to even talk and he started explaining the class rules and we actually started lesson one. Well so much fun for day 1. I had 2 more periods to a snack break? Apparently it is a 20 minute break where we don’t really do anything.

 I just stayed with my best friends, and even some of my people came and gave me their respects. Perks of being a princess! We talked about the AP History and Journalism teachers, and to be honest, they are really passionate about their subjects. I have AP French next and AP Calculus. I know I am smart. My friends had history and Language Arts, so we weren’t together in the same period. Well at least I have them in homeroom, with Jay. It is not like I am obsessed with him or anything…. Yeah well I don’t really care.

French and Calculus were uneventful. I didn’t have any of my under grounders there either. Hey that’s a good word, under grounders. I am gonna use that.

Hhahaha well, you aren’t smart enough to come up for a better for your people.

Yeah you finally come back when you have a soppy comment.

For your information, what is really upsetting me is your father. He doesn’t want me to be there and I need it. Plus the facts that I hate the sunlight and you aren’t helping by liking it.

For starters, I HATE the sunlight just like you, if not more. Didn’t you see the way I woke up this morning. I was a dead zombie, LITERALLY. I am also equally as upset as you are. I want to be there but I or we, I don’t know, but our birthday is on June 27th which is a long time from now as we are in September. The moment I am 18, I will go back and help dad.

You better do that! Or I will never forgive you.

I won’t, don’t worry.

Alright, thanks for understanding.

It’s alright.   

I walked out of the school with a smile on my face. This was the first time she ever let me talk to her properly in 2 months. I really missed her. As I head out, I bump into someone and I quickly apologize. But that person bows down and brings my stuff up to me without lifting their head.

“I am sorry Princess, Please forgive me,” Says Jack, one of my people.

I quickly bend down and force him up.

“Remember we aren’t in Paratorya anymore so I am not Princess here.”

“Yes, sorry Pri-I mean, Paige,” he stuttered, but quickly recovered.

I smiled and waved at him good-bye as I left through the gates and just return home. 

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