Oblivious (bxb) (chapter 3 released)

Chapter 1

7:00 am

"What day is it again?"

I checked the date on my phone. I've always been terrible at remembering the simplest of things. Ugh, it was Tuesday. The only good thing about a Tuesday is that I can say "it's chewsday innit" in a very bad British impression. But other than that, I needed to wake up early for jazz band practice. I don't even know why I decided jazz band was worth my time. I really wasn't in the mood to wake up early, but I needed to commit to my choice of signing up.

Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Hollis Carenne and I'm 15 years old, but I'm going to turn 16 in October. I go to St. Peter's Highschool, I like playing video games, and the only sport I like to play is badminton. I guess that's all there is to say. I'm not some super popular kid, nor am I unpopular. I'm just... average and I'm okay with that. Enough about me, I needed to get out of bed, or else I was gonna be late.

I put on my school uniform which was a navy blue shirt and grey pants. After getting ready, I walked down the wooden staircase to eat breakfast. I don't like eating breakfast as I would always feel a little nauseous after. But I needed to eat something ro else I would have no energy for the day and I'd get hangry very quickly. My house's interior is kind of weird because the walls were covered in mirrors, yet i found them cool. I usually avoided looking at myself in them though. Besides that, it was the standard three floored house.

"Good morning noob," my younger brother, Selby, playfully said as he walked down the stairs.

I rolled my eyes. "'Kay," I replied.

He's in seventh grade; you'd think that by now he'd be a little more mature, but nope. I still love him though. I looked back at the Minecraft video playing on my phone. I took a glimpse at the time. How is it already 7:35? I was definitely going to be late. I went upstairs to my sister Samantha's room and told her that we needed to go. A regular person would just yell at her to come downstairs instead of going up to them, but I don't really like yelling. I didn't think I even knew how to yell. 

Usually, my mom drives me to school but lately, she hasn't been feeling so good. She was taking a few days off from work, and my dad goes to work early in the morning, so he couldn't drop me off. The only option that was left was my sister. The familiar sound of Sam's footsteps signaled that she finally got out of her room, I grabbed my flute and my bag. My sister frantically drove me to school, as I was very close to being late.

If you couldn't tell, I hated being late. It's not like I would get in trouble for being late, but if I was, it would feel like the end of the world. The idea of being late was crushing and unbearable. I needed to get over it, but overcoming a deep fear isn't easy, regardless of how irrational it may seem. There's a lot about me I don't like- especially my inability to stay on topic.

8:05 am

Guess what, I was late. The upbeat melodies seeping out of the music room were already echoing through the beige coloured halls. I nervously walked into the music room and avoided eye contact while I took out my flute. It felt like everyone was judging me for being late. I hated feeling that way and I hated how sweaty I could get. Fortunately, my shirt was black.  It took me a while to calm down, but other than my mini panic attack, jazz band was pretty mundane. But the good thing about jazz band is that I get to listen to the warm sounds flowing out of the instruments. Usually, I find comfort in listening to the warm tones, but not today. I'm already in a bad mood from having to wake up so early and the gloomy weather isn't helping either. I only like it when it rains at night. Jazz band would have been pretty lonely if Cameron and Andy weren't there. We don't talk that much but we're still pretty good friends. The school bell rang and Rossini: William Tell Overture: Final began playing as a countdown to the Canadian National Anthem. I disassembled my flute, packed it up, and I was off to my first class- English.

11:30 am

School was as boring as it could get. However, eating lunch in the cafeteria with my best friends, Catherine Kim and Elliot Moon made my day. With AP classes throwing tonnes of work at my face, I probably wouldn't be able to go to the mall that day, like we had planned. Catherine is in all the same classes as I am, but she's basically superhuman and can handle it. I, on the other hand, take a while to do my homework. Meanwhile, I don't have any classes with Elliot. The only time I get to see him is during lunch. He usually doesn't have that much work so he was probably free. I needed to cancel our plans, or else I wouldn't be able to finish my homework for the day.

"Guys, I don't think I can go to the mall today."

"Wait, why?" Catherine asked, expressionless.

"I just have a lot of work today and I have guitar practice. So I don't think I can come. You guys can go without me if you want." I really wanted to go, but work was a priority.

"It's okay we can just reschedule. Plus it probably wasn't a good idea to go to the mall on a school day." At times Elliot can be very crazy, some would say quirky, but at least he's accommodating. His craziness is the best part about him though.

Catherine nodded in agreement, "Yeah that's okay with me, I have a lot of work too."

"Awe thanks guys." I'm really grateful that I have friends like them. I just needed to make sure I finished all of my work before the weekend. I couldn't make them reschedule again, besides I needed a break from my cluttered weekdays.

2:30 pm

The rest of the school day was sluggish as usual, and all I wanted was to go home, do my work, and watch YouTube. The bell rang and I started walking home in the rain. Luckily, I brought my umbrella so I stayed pretty dry, except for my ankles... which were soaked.

I reached the main intersection of 18th Avenue and Belleview. I always got scared crossing the road there because of the countless car accidents that took place in that area specifically. That place is probably a breeding ground for bad luck... or people just don't know how to drive. The lights changed, signaling pedestrians to start walking. The sound of cars driving over puddles was quite soothing, it sounded almost like a flowing river. While I was crossing the road, a somewhat deep voice exclaimed, "Really?" That did not sound like a river. My eyes fell upon a man who got drenched by a passing car. The only thought that crossed my mind was the classic Zuko line, "That's rough buddy." I miss Avatar so much. Anyway, I was nearing the sidewalk where the dampened teen with probably equally dampened spirits stood; I started to get a better look at him. He looks around my age. As I began to analyze his features, I started feeling warm... no, hot. Just kidding, he was pretty good looking but nothing more than that. He looked at me. I'm too socially anxious to spontaneously converse with some random guy. So I picked up my pace and walked away before he could say anything.

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