Bad Together

• | 8 | • Onism

DEFINITION | the awareness of how little of the world you'll experience.

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Rosalie Jenkins

I knew I shouldn't have missed those days off school because I didn't feel like going back in today at all. What could be worse than a Monday morning?

My best friend Charlotte had been begging me all weekend to come back to school so I had no choice but to say yes.

I mean I couldn't let her down again...

Charlotte and I became friends when we were about 7 years old. I can clearly remember the day she fell over in front of the popular kids and started crying.

Both of us didn't have very many friends at that time so I thought it would be a good idea to help her. I'm glad I did because she could have hurt herself really badly.

Now look at us, stronger than ever and the baddest bitches out there. Okay that's a lie..but still.

I yawned as I walked off the bus and towards Charlotte who was sat on a bench writing something in her red diary.

"So I fell asleep on the bus and the driver had to wake me up" I groaned as I slump down next to her.

"What?" She laughs, putting her book away in her bag. "Dry Susan had to wake you up?"

"Don't even get me started" I mumble, tucking my head into my arms to block out the light that was blinding me.

Dry Susan was the bus driver who had the driest hair on earth, the worst split ends and I swear I once saw nits living in there.

I mean it's the right habitat...

"Come on Rose we have History first" I hear her say from somewhere behind me.

Wait how did she get there?

I glance up to see her already walking towards the history class. Fuck, I needed another 10 minutes of sleep.

I quickly catch up with her and burst into the classroom that was slowly starting to get filled up with the students.

The teacher suddenly gets up and starts to write a word up onto the board in big capital letters. I narrow my eyes on it before looking around to see if anyone else knew what was happening.

Nope? No one?

"What is this about?" I whisper to Charlotte who was also looking towards the front of the classroom blankly.

"The war that started here many years ago" She simply says, not turning to face me when she talks.

War? Since fucking when?

I've lived here all my life and I haven't heard anything about a war so what on earth is this about then?

The bell rings and soon the whole class is sat down and staring at the board.

Why weren't they chatting like usual? It was as if they were scared to talk or say anything which has never happened before.