The Heartbreak Hotel

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I wake up at 5:30, feeling groggy and slightly annoyed.

Who the fuck wants to get up this early? Not me I can tell you that much.

I unwillingly drag myself out of bed, and walk to the shower.

After a fairly quick shower, I pounder on what I'm gonna wear.

After a while, I decide on a red flannel, black pants, and white vans.

I looked in the mirror and attempted to make my hair look somewhat ok.

I sprayed on some cologne and gagged at the strong smell, grabbed my keys and phone, and darted out the door.

I hop it the car and turn on the radio blasting, "Britney Spears."

I sing along to "Toxic." While driving.

"With the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride! Your toxic I'm slipping under!" I sing before and ordering two grande Frappuccino's.

One for me, and one for my best friend, Drew Monson.

Since first grade, we have been inseparable. He's always been there for me, and I'm always there for him.

It's an unspoken rule that I always pick him up on school days, then Trish takes him home.

No words spoken. No, "Could you pick me up?" text. If there's a change in plans, i'll contact him or he'll contact me.

I drive into his driveway and sit there.
He always comes out at exactly six o'clock.

When the clock hits six, I see Drew rushing out with his bag.

"Hey Queen!" He yells energetically, getting in the passenger side.

"Sup bitch." I say with the same amount of energy and hand him his Starbucks drink.

He smiles at me and says, "This is why your my bestie."

I chuckle and drive off to school.

We get to school at 6:15, fifteen minutes before the bell rings.

We walk though the hallways for the first time in months.

I see all my friends, and wave hello to them with a smile.

I also see a bunch of people I frequently run into during what I like to call, "Party Hours."

"Party Hours" is basically the time everyone gets drunk and high at the hotel.

"Hey! It's the owner son!" One of the people yell, which causes a bunch of teens to circle around me and talk to me like they actually know me.

They all greet me, and I awkwardly say hello being that I know none of their names.

I wouldn't say I'm popular, but I'm definitely not the least popular.

Like, I sit alone with Trish and Drew, but if I wanted to, I could probably measle my way into the popular group. I'm sure Trish could too.

I manage to get me and Drew out of the group of people without seeming like I didn't want to talk to any of them. (Which I didn't.)

I go to the front desk and ask for me and Drew's schedules.

I grab my schedule, and hand Drew his. We check our schedule and, like every year, we have most of the same classes.

The only class we don't have together is art. He's taking music as his elective because he loves to sing and write music.