Just Like the 80s Films

Neonopolis

Monday mornings are a serious pain in my shorts. It was like 6am, and my mom was already all up in my grill. She was all:
"Maaaaatt! You're gonna be late for school!"
And was like;
"I'm coming, duh!"
So anyways, I went downstairs to have my cereal, and it turns out Jenny ate all my Dunk-a-Balls* so I had to eat a bowl of her stupid Strawbaby Shortstack cereal for breakfast. Not gonna lie, it was gag-worthy.
The red digital clock on the wall beeped as the numbers turned to 6:30, so I slipped on my tennis shoes, grabbed my hoverboard, and ran out the door.
"Have a nice day honey!" My mom yelled after me, "Don't forget to tie your shoelaces! Love you!!"
I groaned, and bent down to press the buttons on my shoes which cinched my laces.
"Bye mom" I mumbled, and I was on my way.

Since the moon was still up and the morning was still dark, the neon street signs hummed as I rode along the sidewalk. The bright green streetlights gave the pavement an eerie glow, but I scarcely noticed it these days. Keeping my balance, I took out my Walkbuddy and popped in a cassette tape. Honestly, hoverboards basically drive themselves so it doesn't really require a lot of attentiveness. Also, I'm a pro.
That Monday, I decided to jam to an 8-bit song by the Pure, called Boys Don't Cry. I got it at the Dog Ear — my favorite record shop where I buy all my tapes.
It was such a sick jam, I almost didn't realize that I had arrived at the sprawling neon walkway of my stupid, stupid high school. So much for having a chill time.

* I shit you not, Dunk-a-Balls was a real 80s cereal, and it looked like a bunch of tiny basketballs in milk. Hey kids, for a limited time only, dunk your balls in milk
ahem I mean... eat a nutritious breakfast