Nap Time [hold]

Chapter 2

I woke up,

I was in my bedroom, on my bed, again.

It's been seven months since Kate screwed my first experiment and i still haven't found out how to stop falling asleep at 3 pm.

On the plus side I now know many different things that will not stop the sleep.

For example, starting a food fight in the middle of class, or running around at the very back of the largest class, musing about murderers while your best friend is ranting about her latest crush and or her "enemy", slapping your face multiple times when the drowsiness takes over (don't do this by the way, all it does is hurt your face), or my most memorable experiment yet, starting a riot protesting unhealthy, disgusting cafeteria food.

There were more experiments and I noted down every single one, but there are too many to list down right now.

As of now I'm pretty famous in many circles back at school, for my embarrassing, outrages experiments, one of the more embarrassing ones, where I kissed a guy right before it turned 3 o'clock. (Don't ask, I won't tell)

Surprisingly, everyone remembers my experiments but none of them talk about how I always do them at tea time, they don't even remember what happened after each and every one of them.

Even more surprisingly, I still haven't got suspended for the riots and fights and possibly many other rules broken.

The education system is really slacking, much to my relief and suspicion.

Today, my experiment is to overreact to anybody who approaches me, curious about my outfit, hopefully around the aforementioned time, which is to say 3 o'clock.

I look through my wardrobe, I take out my fitting beige tunic (it was for a school play), I take out my galaxy stockings, my shorts, my red cloak (also for a school play) and my ever essential, underwear.

I walk into Elliot's (my brother) room and take one of his beanies, he's on his bed playing on his phone, he looks at me curiously,

"What are you going to do with all that?" he asks as he gestures to the pile of clothes in my arms, although, by the look on his face, it looks like he already knows,

"You know, the usual," I say nonchalantly as I walk out of his room,

I can't see him, but I'm sure he's shaking his head,

I stop at the doorway and say

"By the way, you really should be getting ready, and have you done your homework?"

"Ugh, whatever mom," he replies, "I don't understand how you can do all that crazy stuff and still complete those punishments,"

I turn around and give him my most condescending 'mom' look

"They're not 'punishments' as you so aptly put them, but I'm guessing you've not finished any, now have you?"

"Why do you always have to be like this?" he whines,

I just turn around and leave.

And to think that boy was older than me, only by a couple of months, but still,

It's a wonder he hasn't snitched to our parents about my antics,

That's another thing, the rest of my family (obviously excluding Elliot) still has no clue whatsoever, about the going ons in my school, the school administration really is slacking.

I take a shower and put on my outfit excluding the cloak and beanie, those would come on later, I scrutinise my reflection in the bathroom's mirror,  I take a brush and start brushing my hair vigorously, trying to mess it up as much as possible. It doesn't work, my hair falls flat, as usual.

Sighing, I put on the beanie, and wrap the cloak around me, tying the ribbon in the front.

I walk back to my room and look at all my pairs of shoes, I have a lot, but definitely less than Elliot (he's such a girl) and my older sister, I decide on a pair of low heeled black booties, not unlike those worn by the fashionably knowledgeable (I've tried but I am terrible at it maybe) at my school. I turn towards the full-length mirror in my room and look at myself, my tunic fits fine, with long sleeves and my shorts are up to my mid thigh, my stockings come just above my knees, my cloak resting on my shoulders. All-in-all my whole outfit doesn't look bad, just the red cloak and tunic out of place, although I don't know when they would be 'in place'.

I put up the hood of my cloak, grab my bag and walk out my bedroom, boot heels clicking on the floor.

I pass Elliot's on the way to the staircase down, and he looks ready to go, but he's on the phone muttering stressfully,

I wonder what that's about but keep the questions to myself, I knock on the side of his open door and tell him it's time to go, he looks at my clothes questioningly, but I only shrug and proceed downstairs.

Breakfast is laid out on the table in the kitchen, probably by my mother, who liked to make us breakfast, before leaving for work, no sign of my older sister Callie, but that's the usual, she always leaves early to get to work , although there's no rush, everything's close by because this is a small town, small community.

I quickly start eating, before I can let myself get lost in thought, today I was having one of the sandwiches and some of the cheese and crackers my mom laid out, all of it delicious. I make sure to leave a note thanking her. (Hah, I'm what you might call, the golden child, Elliot is constantly disgusted by my sucking up but hey, I get the best of everything)

I was pouring juice into my cup when Elliot finally appeared, he looked stressed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he replied absentmindedly.

He heads towards the food, an obvious choice of direction, and picks up a sandwich,

"Hey," he says taking a bite out of the sandwich, "Could you pour me some juice too?"

"Nah," I say, as I pour some into a new cup and hand it to him.

"I'm going to go meet Kate now, see you at school,"

He nods his head, not really paying attention to me, but I don't really care.

Kate lived just across my street and our school was just a few blocks away, so we always walked there together.

I exit the house and look over to my neighbours', Mr O'Mal is out lounging on his porch, I wave at him and he smiles at me, eyebrows quirked questioningly,

Oh right, my clothes, forgot about that. 

I shook my head and walked over to Kate's house, leaving Mr O'Mal puzzled. He probably thinks it's for theatre, I do alot of plays.

When I cross the street and meet Kate, she thinks I'm crazy, "wearin' a cloak like I've got something to hide", it's bright red though, so I don't think anyone'll jump to that conclusion. She does, however compliment my booties and stockings,

"I've only ever saw you wear those once each," she says.

I shrug off her comment with a non-commitmental 'eh', and we walk to school (after saying goodbye to her mom).

A/N

this chapter was definitly longer than the last

if there are any mistakes, please do inform me,

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