My alarm clock suddenly rang, waking me from my sleep.
Fucking school.
I get up reluctantly and head for the bathroom.
I dress very simply, I was lazy today, and put my hair up in a sloppy bun before brushing my teeth. I grab my bag from the floor and head up the stairs towards the living room.
"Good morning baby !"
"Morning dad !"
"Did you sleep well? Aren't you eating anything as usual ?"
"I'm fine and no, I'm not hungry, thank you"
I'm not a morning person. It's hard enough to wake up and get out of bed, so eating...I don't have the energy for that.
"We're taking off in 10 minutes. Be ready."
"I already am."
"Are you kidding me? You look like you just got up !"
That's because I've just got up...
"There's no time."
I did everything I could to avoid having to get dressed.
"You've got 10 minutes left, Louna."
I sighed heavily.
"Okay okay, I'm going to get ready."
"Faster !!"
I laughed as I went back to my room.
There are mornings like this when I'd just like to go to school in my pyjamas...in fact...it's every morning.
I was looking for some clothes to put in my wardrobe. No matter what I wear, I'm going to get the shit kicked out of me, so I might as well wear something comfortable.
I grabbed a pair of vintage Adidas jogging bottoms I'd found in a thrift shop, along with a pretty white patterned T-shirt. I had my usual jewellery with this as well as my converse.
I washed my face in the sink and ran a brush through my hair.
Fuck, I've got to get my hair done.
I put on some perfume and went back downstairs.
"That's better already!
I laughed again at my father.
"Leave me alone..."
We then set off for school. Sometimes when my dad had time he'd drop me off at school in the car, which was the case today, much to the delight of my fat, lazy ass.
When I got to school I thanked my father and said goodbye.
I took a deep breath before entering the building. Despite the years, the anxiety never goes away... I always fucking struggle to get here.
I settled into my usual seat in class,
I was already thinking about how boring history lessons could be. Especially with a teacher as insufferable as Mr. Dubois.
He was blabbering on about his lesson that no one was really listening to, and he was busy writing a few concepts on the blackboard.
I looked out of the window pensively. Suffice to say that the view I had through was far more interesting than the lecture.
My window looked directly out onto the basketball court where all the handsome boys from the school were training.
The big, muscular but still very stupid jocks. Yes, nobody's perfect and life's unfair, so god if he exists decided to give these living gods a peacock's brain.
The truth is I can't be objective when it comes to men. I have a problem with them. I hate them a bit...a lot, in fact. Never mind, it shouldn't be long before the bell rings.
