Natural

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I remember the last day of my normal life.  It was a tuesday.  Nothing special about a tuesday.  Nothing fun happens on a tuesday.  Your girlfriends don't call you up asking, "What's going on tonight?!?" on a tuesday!

What?

People don't talk like that you say?

Well, I didn't get out much even then.  Why am I talking about this?!? Back to the day at hand!

I blinked my eyes, wearily and stretched.  Rolling away from the beams of light shining thru my (broken) windowshades, I breathed in the awful smell of the ocean.  Yeah, awful.  When you've lived next to the beach your whole life being allergic to fish, you kind of realize that smell isn't 'cool' 'refreshing' or 'natural'.  The smell of the ocean is basically just greasy D rated food trucks, seagulls, and rotting fish.  I yawn and gag at the test of the air.

Never gonna get used to that.

I glanced over at the glaring red display on my alarm clock. 7:25.

Huh, I have 30 minutes till I gotta go to school. 

The logical thing would be to jump out of bed, get dressed, skip the pleasentries and drive like a bat out of hell.

However, if I chose to stay bed, I could be warm and happy for another 5 minutes.

What to do, what to do?

All these thoughts floated around my head lazily, it really never was my thing to be a morning person.  My best friend is a morning person, but she stays out ALL night, so I have no clue how she does it.  I remember one time I asked her if 1) She was on drugs to stay awake all the time, and 2) If I could get any.  She'd cackled, said, "Drugs are for thugs." And flounced away.  Of course, I was joking, but I couldn't help but be jealous of her ability to be a morning person.

Speaking of morning people...

"UP UP UP!  This will be the THIRD time this month that you are late!"

"Grandpa, It's only the 2nd day of the month."

"Yes and I just don't know how you do it."

I smile and roll over, patting his stomach, "Love you too Poppop."

"Love you too kid.  Now I've got your clothes laid out for you and there's breakfast downstairs."

I smirk, "And if I don't want to wear that outfit today?"

"Since when have you given a shit about what you wear?"

"Since today.  I don't want to look like an old man dressed me."

"UP."

Yup, just another natural day.  I was ready to go in 40 minutes, got to school at 8:05 and walked into the building at 8:20.  (I'd decided to take a five minute nap in my car, and it turned into a fifteen minute nap)

Lucky for me, art is my first period, and Mr.Brich always comes to school at 8:30, leaving everyone lined up outside of his classroom until then. 

Looking back on it, I'm not sure why I didn't extend my 'rest' to include the ten extra minutes.  Maybe it was because Jacky (The aforementioned 'best friend') had said she'd had a particularly crazy night yesterday and I wanted to hear about it.  Maybe it was because the guy I like, Dennis, had said 'sorry' when he bumped into me yesterday, and I wanted to see if he would say anything to me today.  Nope.

You all know Dennis.  I'm willing to bet you have one at your school.  He's a popular guy, but not THE popular guy.  He's gorgeous, (but not more than THE popular guy), smart (more smart than THE popular guy) and nice (unlike THE popular guy).  In other words, he's perfect, but he'll never be THE guy.  Also THE guy is a kid named Tyler.  He's a dick.

So, I'd lined up against the wall and had suddenly remembered why I never arrived early.  Bullies.  Everyone but Dennis and Jacky.  So that was a natural, normal day.  I'm not going to lie, nothing at all exciting happened in the morning, at school or even in the afternoon. 

So, why the heck am I telling you guys about it?

I don't know.

They say you never know what you have until you lose it.  I want you to know what I lost.  Doesn't seem like alot does it?  Well, it feels like alot now.  I've gained some stuff, but not good stuff. 

You don't care.  I know it.  You're already thinking about leaving and going to read something else.  I don't blame you.  This part isn't really fun.

It's later that night when the fun really picked up for me. 

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