Chapter 1: A Rose For Adrienne
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For it was not into my ear
you whispered, but my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul. ~Judy Garland
- xXx -
Adrienne :
Ugh. Valentine's. I hear my alarm trying to wake me up. But I didn't want to wake up. I just wanted to sleep.
Why is Valentine's not a holiday? Could the school just respect the fact that some the single students want to watch sappy romance movies and cry because they don't have a date. Thanks.
I mean, I know that it is a waste of time to just be sad for literally no reason. Being single is awesome. But it is just one day! I get that the school wants to torture us daily for as long as they can . . . no I actually don't get it, nevermind.
Ok. Stop. You have to wake up before Jake wakes you up with cold water on your face, I say to myself.
Jake, my brother, is the reason I hate waking up. Each day, he finds a way to wake me up. Be it cold water, or anything else he could think of. He thinks it is fun or whatever . . . but is it fun for me? No. Absolutely not.
Anyway, I dress up and shit. Organise the stuff that I need for school. Why is school a thing? No, why is math a thing? I mean, like, calculators exist. Why does the school not allow us to use calculators? Like, yes, we need to learn how to solve a problem. But we only need the equation.
We are gonna be using calculators anyways when we grow up, if the world still exists by then- "Good morning." a voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Since I was not paying any attention, I couldn't really tell who greeted me. I am pretty sure it was Aaron, my neighbour. I am not sure, so I am now looking for the source of the morning greeting.
Curiosity killed the cat Adri . . . my subconscious tells me.
One, cats have nine lives. So, I'd be fine.
Two, satisfaction brought it back. So fuck you bitch.
Three, I am not a cat.
What was more, my theory has been proven to be right. It was Aaron. I saw him smirking behind his windowsill - or whatever you call the thing between the windows. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. And no! There's no unrequited love.
Besides, he is gay.
He thinks my brother's wayyyy hotter than me, but he knows he should not like my bro because my brother has a girlfriend and is planning on proposing.
I actually quite like her. She is kind and all that fucking shit . . . I sighed. When will I get a partner? Well . . . I mean . . . My crush . . . Well . . . I don't know . . . We've been talking . . . And like, yeah . . .
I talk a lot, don't I?
You do, My subconscious states.
Shut up! I clap back.
But you asked! Sometimes I wonder why my subconscious is smarter than I am.
II
"Ughhhh . . ." I murmured. "Shut up that up!" I moaned. "What's with you and Nicki?" Aaron said, turning down the volume knowing I hateeee Nicky Manaj ( or however it is spelled . . . I'm 76% sure I spelt it wrong ). "I don't know, I just. I just. Ugh!" I complained. But of course since he is a bitch, he fucking turned up the volume. You see, this is why he is single.
