Super Lost

'First Day, Worst Day'

Six AM was far to early to hear the static filled shred of an electric guitar wail blaring from my clock radio, signifying the beginning of my first day of hell as ZZ top began to resonate throughout my room. I slam my hand where I can only assume the snooze button was, the force of my strike followed by the instant sound of plastic shattering throughout the room echoed in my head. I peek my eyes out from the pillow that shielded my face from the bitter temp room, glaring at the mess I made besides my bed.

I never liked clock-radios anyways...

I let out a small whine before time obliged me to begin my new routine. Like tearing magnets apart, removing myself from bed was nearly impossible. I could already detect the opening of a door downstairs, followed by Cat's stomping to the coffee maker. Not wanting to hear her booming voice just yet, I make my way to embrace my body of a nice hot wake up shower.

As I showered, I began to recap yesterdays events in my foggy state of mind, jaw clenching instantly upon remembering that smart ass side kick's urgency of scholastic enthusiasm. School was not a real priority to me, only compelling its significance when I was given the car as a "reward system".

Rich kid problems, I guess...

God, this was going to suck being the new kid on the block.

I gag tepidly, remembering when Jess aimed to encourage me to listen to the bubblegum pop. While continuing my shower I began to ponder the dispassion I had for today, hoping everyone would stay out of my way. I did not need friends to distract me, not this year.

As I stood among my closet, towel wrapped tightly around my waist, I aimed for my usual comfort wear. After I returned from my run yesterday morning, Cat had forced me to go clothes shopping with her. Even to my dissatisfaction of shopping in general, I was able to update my wardrobe to fitted clothes since now most of the usual wear had become well too tight after my recent growth.

As much as Cat was aiming for khakis and polos, I had a much more admiration of the usual stone washed jeans and band T-shirts. A few dark flannels here and there along with favorable Van's high tops, the closest I would go for sneakers. My wardrobe was as basic as could be, attempting to blend into the new small city.

Though blending in was not as easy as it seemed when you arrive more than half an hour early in a bright red sports car, as if slapping a giant label saying, "look at me!".

It was rare for me to hold a grudge against Cat, however shooing me out the door so prematurely was an assault in my books.

Once parked as far back as I could on campus grounds, scrutinizing my surroundings to find I was the only car in the lot, along with being the only being as well.

A scheme manifests into my brain, in aims of calming first day jitters I reach under the passenger seat, revealing a small cigarette tin case with an etched in "Mr. Sandman", the beauty of Jess's artistic abilities. Reaching for one of three pre-rolled jays, glancing over my surroundings again to make sure of the coast being clear before sparking up.

As anxiety became washed over by the sensation of warm composure, I reclined my seat back to bask in the eye stinging cloud that escaped through a small crack of an opened window. My mind blanking as I smoked until I heard the roar of motors advance closer to the lot, causing me to instinctively drop the remaining roach into an near empty soda can from the cupholder after spending far too much time discovering there had been no built-in ash tray in the Acura.

Allowing the remains of the vapor to seep its way out, I begin to reach towards the back to grab the same ragged black backpack. My free hand readjusting the seat to its usual up right position, allowing me to discover that the parking lot had abruptly filled with cars, groups of squealing students scattered the lot, most staring directly towards my car.