The Run And Go
956 Words
First. Chapter. Ever!!!
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"Uggghh" . I groan as I struggle to stretch my miraculously find the snooze button for the alarm while closing my eyes.
"Uggghh" I groan again when I remember that today's a Monday.
"Ugggh"I groan a third time because I'm still fifteen
"Ugggh" I groan yet a fourth time when I remember that the summer is over and I have to get to- My eyes widen, "AAAAAAAAH!!!"
Pause.
That's me screaming after I glanced at the time. And it was 7:40.
In other words school starts in about......... ten minutes.
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I jump out of bed and race out of my room in order toget to the bathroom before my sister, Makayla who takes at least 30 minutes in the bathroom. And that's even when she's supposedly taking a quote on quote "quick" shower. I jiggle the door knob. It's locked. *Yaaay*.Note the sarcasm
"Get out loser!!!" I yell knocking on the door repeatedly in order to lure her out of the bathroom in annoyance.
"Leave me alone I'm not done yet, stupid!" She retorts, leaving me almost red in the face, which is strange considering my caramel skin.
Instead of wasting my time by waiting for her, I storm into my room and throw a few clothes out of my wardrobe and onto my bed barely even glancing at the colours to see whether they match or not.
I finally hear the sound of the bathroom door opening and I run out to have a quick shower, of course after shoving Makaylah for taking too long. Once I'm out I take a second glance at the clothes I put on the bed and realise that I had picked out my yellow pyjama pants with red polka dots and my old pink pullover.
I sigh in exasperation when I realise also forgot to pick out a matching pashmina. Sometimes wear a scarf around my head mainly because my hair is a bit too curly to keep neat all the time. Scratch that, it can be kept neat it's just that I really can't be bothered. And I'd rather not cut it either, so why not just tie it up and get it out of the way? And basically a pash is just a really thick scarf made in India or Pakistan or somewhere.
(A/N-No offence to any Indian, Pakistani or the country where pashminas are actually made :)).
I pick out a baby blue scarf, with a white and grey striped stretchy top with black jeans and, of course my lucky black converse to top it off making me look semi-decent. I pack my black hair into one then tie the scarf around my head.
Making my way out of my room I grab my black book bag and rush downstairs. I find my mom downstairs in the kitchen making flippin' pancakes like she has no care or daughters to wake up in the world.
"Ma! Why didn't you wake me up before Makayla, I thought we talked about this. She takes way longer in the bathroom then any average or normal human being, and her new school starts 9:00 she has more than enough time!"
"Well honey I thought maybe you wouldn't want to go to school since you were sleeping so soundly, and you know..........-"
"For the millionth time mom, I'm. Not. Bipolar. And even if I was how is sleep going to cure me!"
Pause.
Let me just hit the pause button right there.
You see my parents have this delusion that I'm bipolar(that word is an insult to polar bears ) because I may or may not have found my fist wrapped around the neck of a pretty annoying and irritating boy in my old school (That's a long story).
But I told them it would never happen again and they took me to this phony therapist whose service probably costs more than half of my tuition fees. But my parents wouldn't believe me, so it's their loss.
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"But the therapist instructed you to get enough-"
"I do NOT care what the flippin' faux therapist said, I'm not bipolar okay?" I huff "I'm going now."
" Do not speak to me like that Josephine" She says firmly wiping her hands on her apron "Now either you sit down and eat or take a granola bar and head on".
I grab a bar from the counter and stomp out of the house fuming while my brain mentally reminds me that she only let me off the hook for shouting at her because she thinks that my so-called "bipolarism"(that's not a real word) will kick in and that I'll strangle her with a napkin from the kitchen.
I shrug off the thought and my mind wanders back to the hell-hole I have to attend. I kick a few stones around on my way to delay my grand entrance into the school. I started having second thoughts about wanting to come early.
I finally reach the school gate after about ten minutes. I glance at my watch 8:42, great I'm late; meaning everyone is there already. I enter and widen my eyes at the view of vast green compound with students scattered around it. I had already seen it before when I was filling my form to enter and stuff but then it was raining a bit and I didn't really see it well.
I let out a breath and take a few steps back in slight fear, I begin to pace a bit wondering whether I should enter or not. Some people look at me strangely before returning back to their own business.
Taking another deep breath I walk towards the main entrance.
- Writer
