MELODY'S POV
Just like everyday, I wake up in a mummy looking state.
Uurrghhhh! School!!!
I really really really really really don't feel like going after what happened yesterday. Even Maddy, Melissa and lexi- my "friends" and part of the popular group (which I hope I still belonged in)- made fun of me.
They were all sniggering and commenting how they knew I was a díckhead but they didn't know it was quite so literal!
What. is. life?
"MOM!" I wail.
At my deafening cry, my mum rushes up the stairs, curlers in her long blond hair and everything.
"What is it? Is everything alright?" She clusters.
"I don't want to go to school today!" I whine
" and why is that?"
"I'm sick" I pester
"You don't seem sick" she arches her perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"...sick of all the comments that people have put on social media..." I growl, low enough so that only I could hear.
"No excuses! Go get ready for school! Chop chop time is ticking!"
I groan once more and roll out of bed.
I'm good at rolling.
Why can't I become a potato and roll off into the sunset?
But then people would see me rollin' and they would be Hatin' even more!!!
Unlike other days, I decide not to slide down the stairs and just trot down them instead.
If I don't make it in the business world at least I Have a head start at succeeding in being a professional unicorn!
"Hello sweetie are you ok?" My dad smiles sim pathetically, kissing my forehead.
"Yeah" I slump.
"Come on. Where's that smile that I see everyday? Did something happen at school?" He worries.
Yes "no" I deny. "I just didn't get a good nights sleep. That's all" I justify.
"All right then. What is the little joke today dear?" He beams.
"Hmmm" I hum.
I look down at my bowl of Cheerios, up towards the ceiling and all around the room looking for inspiration.
"What's long, hard, and that mom loves?"
(U dirty minded people y'all need Jesus! Jk ily guys!)
"I don't know if that's an appropriate joke young lady!" My dad sterns.
"It's just a worded math problem" I innocently frown.
"Oh yes...o-of course" he catches on. I exchange my goodbyes with my family and head for the school bus.
My outfit for the day is a cute summer dress topped with h a short denim jacket and flats. I also matched this with a small handbag.
I luckily find a seat at the corner of the back of the bus and bury myself in my music.
Angel with a shotgun my the cab is the song that I'm listening to and it definitely gets my day going.
Since I find myself in school 15 minutes early, I decide to go to the music room once again.
I hear a beautiful voice gently singing to a strumming guitar inside, and I make my way silently over.
