Petals

~1~ cold toast

The day started as any other, a uncoordinated stumble back into reality.

"From the moment I met you, everything changed."

I was awakened to the blaring sound of yet another boy band I now hated. Filled with regret for my past obsession with Harry Styles, I cringed at the noise.

With great effort I rolled over and turned off the alarm. At least it's Friday, I chanted silently. The weeks torture was almost over. Then glanced at the beat up digital clock that had probably been thrown at the wall one too many times.

6:45AM

Due to a heavy lack of self control, I figured only 5 more minutes, pushed the snooze button and drifted back off into a separate reality.

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The sound of my mother's footsteps were enough to pull me out of slumber.

7:03AM

After reading the clock again I was sent into a panic. With the knowledge that I had a mere 27 minutes to be out the door and a reputation for only just beating the bell at school, this morning was nothing short of a disaster, no a detention waiting to happen.

While taming my mane of honey curls, I attempted to make my bed. Even though my room was in constant disarray, I pride myself on this habit. I tugged up my black skinny jeans (with a slight struggle) and pulled cozy red jumper over my head.

Unlike the rest of the girls at school I preferred to not wear booty shorts in depths of winter.

At that time of the year in Canada, the only thing you could hope to be getting from wearing revealing clothes was attention, that and hypothermia

And attention (as well as the cold) was never my thing. I liked to sit at the very back of the classroom, well away from judging eyes of barbies that seemed to run school.

No, I was not a loner, I had friends. It's just that staying out of the lime light had always been in my best interests, considering that I chose not to wear mountains of make up on my face.

As stumbled down the stairs, I fixed my scarf that sealed the whole 'I hate winter' look.

I sat down a that table faced with whatever my mother deemed edible that morning.

Cold Toast.

Sighing, I gave into the hunger and eat the sorry excuse of a breakfast, because there's no better way to start your day than a mouthful of disappointment.

Checking my watch I realized it was 7:28. Time for me to go.

I can't quite pinpoint the time I became this disorganized and generally
clumsy, I can't of always been this way. Thankfully it hadn't reflected in my grades, I became great at writing essays at 5am the morning it's due. I don't know, maybe this messy and uncoordination was within me all along.

Running to the door, I laced up my red high tops and swung my bag over my shoulder. I burst out the door, just in time to see the bus drive past.

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"So then I was like, who even likes Julie anymore, I know I don't!"

"Omg thats like so true though, she's such a slut."

That conversation alone made me want to run after the bus.

I quickly go to the next song on my iPod, scared that one day I would pick up the slang I heard in the silence between the music.

Since I started to wake up late, I had found myself in the back of a certain bright pink convertable more than once.

But once the bus had left (along with all my friends), lifts were few and far between. And so desperate times call for desperate measures.

Aka Lydia's older sister.

I seriously never understood how such a intelligent and thoughtful person could be related to the plastic doll in the drivers seat. I suppose I should of been grateful, but the mindless drone between Lara and her friend made the 30 minute walk seem that much more appealing.

Just as I was considering jumping onto the freeway, the pink monstrosity pulled up at gates of school.

As they say, out of the frying pan and into the fire.

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"I have been broken and bent, but I hope into a better shape" - unknown

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