Her Dog Days

✲ chapter six ✲

That sound, that stupid sound.

Usually, I would hit the snooze button on my phone to get those few extra minutes of sleep, but idiotic me from last night left my phone in the bathroom since I was so desperate to fling myself across the bed once I got home.

"APAGA ESA VAINA!" My mom screams from the kitchen. I guess it's been going off for a while since I still haven't gotten out of bed.

For starters, my hair feels so itchy from all the sweating and it's just so gross. My makeup is completely smudged on my pillow, with a little bit of drool.

I finally lift my dead corpse up and throw my legs over the bed, following with instant regret.

I head to the bathroom to shut off the alarm and judge myself in the mirror.

Wow. My face.

As I imagined, my face is completely discombobulated, makeup-wise, and my hair has shaped and converted into a forest with knots living within it.

I ungracefully brush the knots away and jump in the shower. I put the sweaty and dirty clothes from last night in the hamper and head out the bathroom with a towel on.

I scan my closet and decide to wear a pair of old soccer shorts from middle school that somehow still fit-- despite my lack of athletic activity and a plain white t-shirt.

What can I say? I dress to please.

Being against time, I braid my wet hair and slip on my white converse with no show socks.

"You're late mijita!" My mom yells from the kitchen as she packs a breakfast sandwich instead of serving it on a plate for me.

"I know, I know, have a great day mom!" I grab the breakfast sandwich and shove it in my bag as I dash to the front door to grab my keys.

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As I finish chewing the last bite of my sandwich, I release a loud burp-- one that most definitely isn't attractive, and throw the crumpled up aluminum foil over my shoulder.

I exit out of my car and start to notice all the athletes and talented people wear their pride shirts.

Today is 'School Spirit Wednesday' where all the gifted students wear their club shirts, the band kids wear the shirts from their last competition, and the athletes are wearing their jerseys.

Why is it on a Wednesday you ask? I don't know, blame the author.

Even though our school offers so many extra-curricular activities that are represented by their amazing shirts, the football team took the stage today.

In the corner of your eyes, you'd spot a flaring neon pink jersey even if you didn't try to. It's clear to the whole school that the football team was sticking out like a sore thumb. The pink dye was purposefully a bright neon color, so no one missed the sight of the preppy looking players. I managed to contain my laughter by biting my lip and think of global warming, but others just couldn't keep it in.

"Look at that, the football players decided to be cheerleaders, they found their true calling!" Some random dude said in the hallway. One of the meatheads, that seems to be way too sensitive, turns to the dude and starts chasing him down the hall.

"If I'm a cheerleader then your ass is going to be in a wheelchair!" The pink begonia says as he exits out of the building, still in pursuit of the culprit.

I shake my head with a smile and head towards my locker to see the man of the hour standing there with a grin.

Aston watches every cotton candy boy pass by and admires his work being worn by a group of football players furiously talking to their coach by the locker rooms.