Loud [𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜]

I Like America & America Likes Me

Jordyn

I roll over on my bed as the incessant sound of my alarm rings throughout the room, enveloping it in its repetitive tone. I slowly open my eyes, and the realization that it's Monday hits me.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes tiredly which slowly clears my somewhat bleary vision. My hair's probably a mess...

The thought of pressing snooze crosses my mind as I try to pull myself out of the comfort of my bed. Tempting? Yes. Happening? No way.

I've already been late every day for the past three years of high school, and there's no way I'm starting off Senior year as a 'tardy student' as my teacher Mrs.Caldwin would call me. Specifically. Ouch.

I notice it's still pretty dark out, which is kinda surprising figuring the sun's usually halfway up by now. I stumble sleepily over to my window, and pull my floral curtains to the side, welcoming a somewhat bleak beam of light into the dark room.

Its so cloudy out...

The sky is a dark and gloomy gray, and just the sight of it gives me chills. I look back at my bed. The sheets look so comfortable compared to the cold, desolate outdoors.

Well somebody's gotta do it... I make my way to the bathroom, glancing at myself in my wall mirror. My hair's all poofy, more curly than usual, and my eyes are droopy as fuck.

Jesus, I look like a frickin' zombie...

I head to the bathroom to freshen up, and splash water on my face which awakens my senses almost instantly. I stare blankly at myself, wondering what else I could be doing if I were someone else.

I try to comb my hair, which refuses completely to cooperate, and sigh in frustration. Having being of both Italian and African American decent, my hair wasn't exactly straight as could be. But I liked it. It was pretty cute.

After brushing my teeth, I walked back to my room, and heard my phone ding. I walked over to the white nightstand and found that it was a message from Yui, my friend.

Yui : Hey girl! Can't pick you up, car won't start. Good luck!

Just wonderful.

Me: Ayt. Thanks anyway.

So now what? I couldn't walk in this weather. My umbrella was broken. The only option I had was to take the bus. I walked over to my closet and pulled out whatever caught my eye first.

Throwing on the cream colored catching fire sweatshirt I got from one of Lauv's concerts and a pair of black jeans, I ran downstairs, phone and headphones in hand.

I grabbed my backpack, a banana, and slipped on my Nikes. I glanced at the time. I could still make it.

I jogged down the empty driveway and wondered how my parents managed to wake up so early on a daily basis. I'd die.

I jogged all the way to the bus stop, and upon reaching, found that it was about to depart. Wow, I actually made it...

Panting, I climbed up the small set of stairs and found myself standing awkwardly before the aisles. Each seat either occupied, or reserved.

I casually swaggered to the back, putting on a nonchalant expression to hide my panic. How the hell am I supposed to find somewhere to sit at this rate?! God, everyone looks so stuck up... I don't even know anyone here...

I looked to my left and noticed an empty seat beside a dude in my History class. I sighed a sigh of relief and cleared my throat awkwardly, hoping he'd hear me and move his bag from the seat next to him.

"It's occupied." He said.

"By who?"

"My bag."

I rolled my eyes. "Bro, just move the bag."

He chuckled, "For who?"

I looked around. "Me. Duh."

"Hey," bellowed the driver, "sit down, kid."

I looked expectantly at the boy. "So?"

He eyed me and let out a muttered, "Whatever."

He scooted as far towards the window as possible. I hated him already.

I stole a quick glance at him. He was turned towards the window, a look of annoyance clearly written on his face. Obviously, he didn't like others intruding in his life. Especially when they came and sat right next to him. Literally.

I plugged in my headphones an placed them slowly over my ears, not wanting to disturb the moody idiot beside me. I went through my library and settled on The 1975's latest album, A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships.

I put the volume on high, and let the music envelope me, forgetting instantly about all my problems.

After all, it's what I'm best at.

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