Impossible

My Day - Part 1

I woke up really early the next morning. For some reason, my brain wouldn't allow my body to oversleep; I guess it was just the excitement of it being my day and me having to do better than both Natalia and Joseph's days. I walked to the shower and let the hot water steam over my body for a few minutes before making sure my books were set, packing up my bag, making and eating breakfast, setting food for Sniffers and even cleaning up my room. I woke up so early that even after all this; pretty much the whole neighborhood was still asleep. I slung my bag over my shoulder and began walking out the door. I push open the door and the moon was still bright and clear. I thought for another second before going back in and checking five clocks to make sure I had not slept the day away and it was now night; luckily, I hadn't, it was only four-thirty a.m.; which means I had slept for only an hour and a half. Either I'll sleep throughout all my classes, or I'm super excited about this being my day to impress. I walked back outside and began strolling gently down the street, not even bothering to run. 

I walked for quite a while and was almost at school by the time the sun started to rise. When I arrived at school, the compound looked deserted; as if the was this deep ghost legend that was buried somewhere inside. I chuckled slightly; too many mystery and thriller films. I realize I have more than an hour before anyone, even the janitor, arrives at school so I pull out a pencil, pen, sharpener and a large pile of A-4 paper. How I ironic is that; I run at super speed and I get here ten minutes before anyone else, I walk and get here an hour before anyone else. 

I complete about seventeen shaded drawings before the janitor finally arrives and he seems to be shocked at how long I have been here; which is quite clear due to all the pencil shavings, used up pieces of my eraser, the footmarks I had made all around the lawn, my fingerprints on the door frame, showing that I had tried to get in a number of times, probably because I was frustrated that I was here so long. He walks up to me, planting his long brush into the ground and leaning on the flat side, "Would it kill you to come to school late for once in your life? Or at least at the normal time you students get here?" 

I chuckle and shake my head slightly before looking up at him with a gentle smile, "Good morning to you too, Earl," I said, as I put the drawings into my folder and the still massive stack of A-4 paper into its pack and slide it into my bag. He angles himself slightly; from his feet to his waist leaning backwards and from his waist to his head leaning forward, so he looked like a flattened-out "less than: sign, as he tipped his cap forward; his form of greeting. 

The class is in a mess; tables and chairs scattered everywhere, stains on the floor, wrapping littered all over, the result of giving children markers to play with displayed clearly on the board. I flick on the lights, sigh gently and get to work. I start by picking up the litter on the floor before asking the janitor for a mop, hoping that he would notice something was wrong and come and help, but no, the jazz he's listening to through his earpiece is much more important; it is playing so loud that even after I have left the janitor's closet, I can still hear the saxophone blowing and the voice of someone who I'm guessing is Louis Armstrong, but I can't be too sure; all these jazz musicians sound the same to me. I get back to class and finish up with cleaning. I take my seat and pull out a few more sheets of A-4 paper and continue to draw.  

The sun had only began to rise a few minutes ago and the building behind my classroom was extremely tall so it blocked out almost all sunlight that tried to shine into the room, therefore, I was unable to tell that there was someone behind me. Normally, I would have seen the shadow cast over me and turned round before deciding what to do depending on if it was a stranger, friend or school mate.\, but as there was almost no light, apart from the dim light I had flicked on when I entered, the shadow that was cast was so faint that it looked like it wasn't there at all.