I woke up suddenly with my forehead and neck all sweaty. Another one of those dreams. Reliving the moment when she broke up with me...
I got up out of bed and grabbed my iPod (I wish they would make an android OS music player) and my towel to go take a shower. I walked downstairs and plugged the iPod into the dock. I felt like listening to some Green Day today. The Kerplunk! album more specifically. I pressed the shuffle button and Christie Road started to play. Good song. I turned on the water and got undressed.
As I started to shampoo my hair I started to think about her again. I don't know how everything went that bad that fast... I thought I would date her all of high school and maybe even after that, but after all that she did to me I could never come back to her. I loved her with all my heart and she just turned around and stabbed me in the back.
I opened the shower door with a pop and started to dry myself. I put the towel around my waist opened the door and headed back upstairs to my room. God it was so messy. I went upstairs and packed my stuff into my backpack and walked out into the cold fall air. I wish I lived somewhere that people actually knew. Unlike Freda Michigan. No one anywhere knew where that was. I guess its off to another day at Onnela High School. I hopped on the bus hoping that today would be better than my last few days I have had.
I sat there waiting at the bus stop. My good friend for a few years, Brian, walked up to the bus stop.
"Oh dude did you have another one of those nightmares again?"
"Yeah. The usual one of her breaking up with me."
"I know you loved her, but there is someone better for sure out there."
"I know, but I loved her with everything and she just shattered my heart. Like take a cinder block and drop it on a fancy wine glass, and that's what she did to me."
"Let's stop talking about this. It's just going to make you more sad."
As if on cue the bus started to come around the corner. It drove another block and stopped right in front of us. The doors opened and I stepped into the bus with Brian. He sat with his other friends and I just pulled out my ipod and earbuds and walked to the back.
It always took the bus a while to get to our school because it was 8 miles away or something like that, without a highway on the way. I just sat there and listened to more Green Day. This time I decided to listen to the Nimrod album. After about 20-30 minutes we finally arrived at school. I walked out the bus and down the sidewalk to the front doors. I walked down the main hallway to the lunch room to pick up some breakfast.
"What's for breakfast today?"
"Oh hi Paul. I think its waffles."
I walked up to the food counter and grabbed 2 waffles and some syrup. I then went up to the check out and dialed in my lunch number, and sat down at the nearest table. It took me a few minutes to eat it all and I shuffled upstairs to my locker. I dialed in my combo and opened my locker. I put my backpack on the hook and grabbed my history book out of it. My homework should be in it.... I shuffled through the pages and saw the salmon colored worksheet. Yes, it was in there. Then I picked up my notebook and walked to class.
I got into the room and noticed everyone was sitting in a new spot. I walked up to the podium at the front of the room and checked the seating chart to see if it changed. Oh great, it did, and now I have to sit next to Andrew. Now, none of you know who Andrew is, but a quick explanation is he was Alison’s ex before me. Another thing, Alison was the girl who took my heart and shattered it into a million pieces.
“Hey Paul.” He said snidely
“I don’t want to talk to you now or ever. You may as well shut up because I’m not taking your crap.”
“Whoa. I only said hi, seems like you are a little pissed.”
I was pissed. I can’t believe him and Alison were ever together. He was stupid and a total asshole, while Alison was smart and used to always be so sweet. Not to mention he always treated her like crap. My history teacher then walked in and started to teach us today’s lesson, which was about ifColumbus really discoveredAmerica, or if it was the Vikings…