Live is life!
When we all give the power
We all give the best
Every minute of an hour
Don’t think about the rest
As I wake up to Opus’s “Live Is Life” at six o’clock in the morning, I wonder like everyday, which idiot had the audacity to invent something as horrendous as school and if the person is still alive so I can kill them.
Okay, so I know that’s not very likely but hey, it’s so damn early in the morning so one is at least allowed to dream, right?
Groaning, I slip out from under my blanket and hiss when I touch the cold floor with my bare feet.
I swear, I really need a carpet.
I put on my slippers as I shuffle my way to the bathroom.
A look in the mirror proves my worst nightmare: bad hair day.
My bed hair is even worse than usual and I look like a zombie. Well, with my pale complexion and the dark circles under my eyes it's to be expected. I don't think skin's supposed to look grey, right?
I go to the toilet and then downstairs to eat a not so zombie-like
breakfast. No brain, stop. Don't think about eating brains... Sometimes I really wonder what's wrong with me. Or, well, what isn't.
A glance at the clock shows me that I should really hurry up because school’s supposed to start in thirty minutes.
In other words, I must have fallen asleep somewhere along this morning and planned to leave the house twenty minutes ago.
Luckily all I have to do before I can leave is to dress, pack my school bag, find my keys,… I ponder to just stay at home for first period, I mean, I’ll be late anyway and who cares?
I have a friend now.
And seriously? It’s a hassle. I haven’t had any friends in years and now that I have one, I know why I didn't have any.
I don't mean that I don’t get lonely or like to be alone all the time.
I just don’t like being told what to do.
I mean, she doesn’t want me to buy her lunch or carry her (that'd be hilarious, she's much bigger than me), but I have to be at school on time or I better avoid her as good as possible.
The last time I did something wrong she threw me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
In the middle of the cafeteria.
What friend even does that?!
I, for my part, didn’t really like it but the rest of the school thought it was pretty funny.
At least I didn’t get any new nicknames, so that’s good.
Although I’m not sure if I should be happy for not getting bullied
worse than I already am.
I run through the school gates over an empty schoolyard towards the equally empty entrance hall.
Well, I guess I’m late.
I rush trough more or less empty corridors until I barge into my classroom.
“Sorry for being late!”, I shout. Why is everyone looking at me strangely?
I look out for Lassy and quickly sit down next to her.
“So mister, care to explain why you’re late?”, she whispers.
I look at her sheepishly, nervously thinking of a better excuse than “I have no clue what happened. One moment I still had plenty of time, the next I was twenty minutes late.”
Sadly, I couldn’t come up with a excuse which led to getting shoved off the chair in the middle of class.
Like what the fuck, she literally just shoved me? Are we in elementary school or what?!
I look up at everybody laughing like crazy and to Ms Newton glaring at me.
Well done, Lassy.
I’m the whole grades laughing stock. AGAIN.
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