Misfits

Chapter 2: Era of Stupidity

The blinding morning light stretched through my curtains, causing me to groan in protest. My chestnut colored eyes fluttered open with a yawn, my body straightening out to stretch. I was almost tempted to not leave my apartment, and instead stay in my cave of solitude to play games. But I couldn't skip, no matter how tempting the thought was. Of all things in the world, I didn't want to be stuck here another year having to make up classes that I'm already bad at. I sighed and pushed myself up out of the tangle of my bedsheets, sulking off towards the bathroom.

Grabbing my bag after I had brushed my hair and my teeth and gotten changed, I left the safe haven that was my house. I headed down the stairs to the lobby of the complex, where there was a small bench and mailboxes. It was pointless to check my mailbox, considering the only things I've ever gotten were just scams and magazine ads for clothes I would never wear anyway. I put my hoodie over my head, tugging at the baggy hem of the waistline. I always made sure to cover as much skin and face as possible, in hopes to go entirely unrecognized. I pulled my headphones over my ears, letting my long brown hair drape over them so that I would hear the sweet sound of Kurt Cobain alone, rather than Nirvana mingled with the sounds of the bustling city streets. My fingertips danced along the straps of my bag, tapping along to the sounds of the drums playing in my ears. I've been a fan of rock music for as long as I could remember. The expression of emotions and thoughts of life come off so clearly, yet also so poetically that it can come off wrong if heard incorrectly. The heavy sound that emphasizes the importance of the emotion portrayed in the lyrics. How well everything ties together like a guitar rift playing behind a well fit drum beat. The sound is complete with both, rather than the singularity of just the guitar or the drums alone.

I almost lost track of time entirely as my lips synced silently along with the song playing on my phone. My head adrift with thoughts of how badly this day could possibly go, I hadn't even noticed the bus beside me about to leave until the door had closed. My pace instantly quickened, racing to catch up to it in an attempt to actually make it to school on time rather than late as per usual. The bus opened the doors once more to allow me in and I lowered my head, my bangs covering my face to hide my awkward look of nervous anxiousness. I headed straight back to the back of the bus, trying to ignore the stares and snarky whispers to my best ability. As I sat down, the bus once more started to move. One of the groups of girls more towards the back kept flashing me looks, giggling and continuing their whispers. I chose to believe they were speaking of something or someone else, until one had fully turned to face me. "Excuse me, does your face always look like that?" "... What?" I asked, furrowing my brows at the question. It seemed almost too stupid of a question, even for one of the douchebags at my school. She giggled. "Your face, does it always look so plain?" I blinked. "I guess...? I don't really like makeup." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, making a loud and quite annoying popping sound, followed by a girlish chuckle. "Well you need some. Hmm.... Why are you wearing guy clothes? Are you some sort of-" "Are you some sort of skank?" I asked, cutting her off midsentence. I was sick and tired of my sexuality getting thrown in my face like some version of a f****d up joke. She scoffed. "Rude bitch..." she murmured, turning back around to continue speaking with her friends.

Let me explain myself a bit here. I'm bisexual. Meaning I do go both ways. But that doesn't mean I don't despise that term any less than anyone else. If I hear someone make it a point to use that word against me, I tend to get immediately defensive. It's insulting, and boldly rude in a childish way to simply assume someone like that. So yes, the b***h had it coming.

I grumbled curses under my breath, turning my attention out the window to the sunlit brightness of the morning. I could already tell there was no hope for this to be a good day.