The Badass Nerd

Chapter One

The morning sunlight shines through the blinds and onto my bedroom floor, creating a memorising illusion that you could stare at for ages. I blink a few times before turning over to face my alarm clock, sighing as I see that there is only half an hour to go until it starts beeping away loudly. I cannot remember the last time I was woken up by an alarm clock, for the past few years I have been waking up much earlier than I should be and I did not know why. Maybe it was just me getting older, I don't feel like a carefree teenager anymore. Hello adulthood.

I decide to get up rather than having that extra half an hour in bed, I might as well start getting motivated for the day ahead. Once standing I cross my legs and arch my back, cracking the tightness away in my lower spine, it has become a habit that releases a lot of tension for me. I groan and walk over to my wardrobe, time to decide what to wear. I pick out some tight fitting grey jogging bottoms, a matching hoodie that is three sizes too big, a white vest top and of course some underwear. When I am at school I dress for comfort and security. I don't want people seeing my body, I cannot have people seeing my body, for many reasons that you will find out about soon.

I grab a towel on my way out of my bedroom and head towards the bathroom, pulling a thick hair bobble out of my long colourful hair. "Shit," I mutter, trying to untangle the bobble from my messy head of hair. I hate it when this happens, it usually ends up with my grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting the bobble out. But luckily for me it ends up coming out on its own, for once.

My eyes squint as the bright bathroom light turns on sharply, I am almost never prepared for the brightness of that light. I set my clothes down on the toilet seat and turn on the shower, stripping out of my nightwear as I do so. I look into the bathroom mirror and take a deep breath, my purple locks are looking a mess. I grab a hair brush and try to get all of the knots out before I wash it. I don't know about you but my hair needs to be brushed every time before it gets washed, if not then more knots appear. My hair is my baby, I love it too much.

After brushing my hair I hop into the shower and clean myself, trying to mentally prepare for what the day has in store for me. At school I am known as a nerd, mainly because I get great grades and I stay away from people and drama, but I do get bullied unfortunately and I can only assume that is because of the good grades and my appearance. I chuckle in the shower, washing the shampoo out of my hair.

I have a lot of secrets, as do other people, but mine are the kind of secrets that can change a life. I am not always a good person like people think I am, lets just say that I have a hobby or two that can get me into lots of trouble.

I wince in the shower as some conditioner gets into my eyes as I wash it out of my hair. God it stings. I pull through it thanks to some clean water and eventually stop the shower, grabbing the towel and patting myself dry. I quickly admire the tattoos that are spread around my body. I know that lots of people don't like tattoos, because they are permanently stuck on you, but I love them. Getting a tattoo means different things to different people, and to me it means keeping the memories in life with you. I have a simple rose on my left rib cage, a small 'BELIEVE' quote on my left wrist and then a portrait of a young boy on my right forearm.

It's my twin brother, but that's a story for another day.

Once my body is dry I wrap my hair in the towel and quickly get dressed, brushing my teeth straight afterwards. I clean up after myself and exit the bathroom, heading straight back to my bedroom. I shake the towel off my head and plug in my blow dryer realising there and then that I spent a little too long in the shower because I am now ten minutes behind schedule, despite having a thirty minute head start. I slip on my cheap trainers while I am drying my hair, put on my glasses and then mentally think about what I need to put in my bag before I leave. The only thing that comes to mind is my pencil case seeing as everything else is already in there.