"That" girl

Chapter 6

The rest of my classes take forever to get through. At least they seem like forever, but of course, it's just the same amount of time as any other day.

I finally hear the final bell ring, saving me from the torture of having to sit through more words of ignorance. I go to my locker, ignoring the stares that seem to only be focused on my, and I quickly pack up my things. I practically run out to the bus, board it, and sit toward the middle. I pull out my book, obviously, and try not to think of all the homework I would have to do instead of spending time reading. Not that it's hard, it's just time-consuming.

I get home and unlock the door. I am greeted with the sweet smell of loneliness and books. Sighing, I throw my bag on the floor, carefully cradling my book in my arms as to not harm it. I walk upstairs to my room to put my book down.

Grabbing my laptop, I crawl onto my bed, putting my laptop on my stomach to warm me from the outside in. My fingers fly over the keyboard as I log onto tumblr, scrolling through that day's posts. It's mostly fandom-related posts with the occasional sad poem and celebrity post.

After a few hours of being unproductive, I reluctantly get up and start my homework.

Not too long afterwards, I finish and begin reading.