book life [c.h.].

Chapter 9

forgive me if this chapter sucks, because it probably will.

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"Did you remember to take your English textbook?" Luke reminded me for the 10th time today, holding the big English textbook of mine in his hands and waving it in my direction.

I had been slumped on the couch, a remote in hand as I switched it to The Ellen Show. I loved that show, just because it featured stupid phrases that usually lighten up my morning since I'm no morning person. Waking up and walking around in the morning is as if I had been weighed down with weights. I think I even broke a lamp just trying to get from my room to where I am now.

"Yah, I know," I groaned, forcing the answer out. See, even talking made it hard for me too because it felt like I had a lump in my throat.

"You don't want to be late," Luke shut the TV before I could protest and stuffed the huge textbook in my small bag, yet it still fits in.

Today was Sunday, meaning that tomorrow would be another horrible Monday and I would have to go back to college, suffering the whole day; just like Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday, and Friday. Basically any day that ended with the word "day" in it was considered hardworking and stressful.

But today, I had a tutoring class to attend with "Michael Clifford". Michael sounded like a mature name, but everything I interpret always goes wrong. Just like when I heard that my English teacher would be Mrs. Ginsberg. I thought she was nice at first because of her name, but instead it was a whole new level of I'm-going-to-kill-you-by-assigning-you-stupid-pop-quizzes level. I wondered how it would end up like: horrible, boring, stupid, the occasional I-hate-my-life-right-now feeling. Probably all of those since I was tired from being woken up by Luke with a horn. Even though I knew Luke just didn't want me to fail and drop out of class, I still badly wanted to slap him across the face along with his stupid red horn, but I resisted the urge to.

"What time is it anyway," I asked, getting up and taking a few notebooks from the counter that Luke had already neatly set up. I drop it all on top of the bag, not even wanting to waste my energy in clogging notebooks, pencils, and workbooks in the cramped bag. I fell back down the couch, watching the TV as Ellen had just presented the first day of "12 days of Christmas," a part of the show where Ellen gives out presents to her viewers. As I watched as Ellen raised a gift card for Macy's of $500, I thought, why can't I be there and accept those gift cards? How can I be one of those lucky people who get to sit in the audience? It was better than having to work all day.

"Its 9:10 AM," Luke answered, putting several of things in my bag from pens to some thick book I probably won't read. Though, I didn't do anything to stop him.

"When does my class start?" I know I should know all this, but when do you need to remember things when you have a Luke Hemmings in your grasp?

Luke turned his head at me and rolled his eyes, making it obvious he was done with this stupid conversation. "9:40 AM and it takes a 20 minute car drive to get there."

"Damn, he lives far away," I giggled, trying to untangle the little tension between us, but all Luke did was stay emotionless, shake his head, and zip up my bag.

"Better get going though," Luke said, pulling me up to a stance and almost making me loose balance. "You might not know if there is a hurricane coming by or an earthquake."

I made a loud and obnoxious wail, probably scaring others outside of my apartment. "I. Hate. This."

"I know me to, but if I were you, I would go because I don't want you dropping out of class," Luke admitted, holding my bag in the air and jingling his keys in the air, alarming me to proceed to walk out. "Plus, if you were to drop out, who would you have to copy homework off of?"