Breaking Out // Gahmi

One

Damis PoV

Ring Ring Ring

Ughhh.

I turn around in my bed. Pressing my pillow against my ear, trying to block out my alarm. It's way to early in the morning and I'm still tired.

Ring Ring Ring

And of course it's not working. I turn around again, this time hiding under my blanket. I know this won't work at all. I can still try though.

Ring Ring Ring

Jeez. Does that thing never shut up? Groggily I open my eyes and peek a glimpse at my alarm. It is 7:40. Way too early for my liking. But sadly school awaits, starting at 8. It's not that I hate school exactly. Well, I don't love it either. But mostly the getting up early in the morning part is a real pain in my ass. The rest is quite bearable. Luckily I live like 10 minutes from school. Just imagining that I had to take the bus every morning to school, or even worse have to go through the mortification of having my parents drive me to school, gives me chills. Not like they would actually make the effort and drive me anywhere.

Plus, I don't really need that long to get ready in the morning. Usually I just wear whatever hoodie I grab out of my dresser, brush my teeth and done. Sometimes a little bit of makeup, but only when I'm in the mood for it. Which, honestly, is never. I don't really care how I look. There is nobody I want to impress. So might as well use that time sleeping.

As my alarm turns to 7:45 I finally manage to get out of my bed and get dressed and washed up. I look at my reflection in the mirror and let my fingers comb through my light pink dyed, shoulder length hair. When I'm done I swiftly grab my backpack from the corner of my room, throw in the book I'm currently reading, backpocket my phone and head downstairs.

In the kitchen my parents silently eat their breakfast, not even paying attention to me when I come down. I can't really eat when I just got up, so I just grabbed a banana and a toast and head outside. Fleeing from my parents and the uncomfortable silence that would have enveloped us, if I would have actually ate at home. Honestly, I can't remember the last time me and my parents actually talked to each other like a "normal happy family". In those rare cases when they actually talk to me, it is only to passive-aggressively complain about my life. Like: Why do you never wear makeup? Why do you have to wear your hair that short or dye that weird colour? Why do you never bring any friends home? Why do you always have to hide behind some book? I get it. I am not who you want me to be. Message received. But guess what, that is how I am. And I like it, thank you very much.

As I walk to school I throw the hood of my hoodie over my head. Hoping that nobody wants to talk to me. I hold my head down, trying to melt with the mass.

But of course it didn't work.

Just when I was about to grab my school books out of my locker a body hugs me from the side.

"Dami!" a happy Yoohyeon exclaimes besides me.

Yoohyeon is my friend. Sort of. Maybe? Well, she is the only one actually talking to me, so I guess you could say that. We don't really hang out outside of school though.

She is kind of a nerd like me. She has brownish hair and glasses that always seem to slide down her nose, making her constantly pushing them back up. Just like me she doesn't really have a lot of friends around school. But while I don't care, she usually tries to talk to people. The usual reaction is them leaving her standing though, so I guess she kind of only has me too? Most people don't get what she is talking about most of the time, not that they still listen. Except me. I can't complain though. She might be weird most of the time bt she is literally the most loyal person I know.