Charlie

Chapter 1- Fridays Are The Worst

Chapter 1 - Fridays Are The Worst

I fucking hate Fridays. That's it. That's all you
have to know about me is that I...hate Fridays. The reason? Well, knowing that someone created a song out of the day of the week doesn't certainly count, its the fact, the knowledge, the understanding all bullshit goes down the day before the weekend.

Tests... Projects... Sports... Its another exhausting day to remind you that school isn't over yet... Speaking of school, I need to finish getting ready for it. My look is simple alright, just throw me a pair of black jeans and a probable 2 day off shirt off the floor, and I'll be good to go. You don't need to dress up for school, there's absolutely no one to impress... Well, maybe the horny freshmen, but that's only if you're prepared to possibly go to jail for having sexual contact with a minor.

But with my generation these days, "we" say ahh fuck it! Who cares if they're good looking and the consent age is 16.

"CHARLIE!" I recoil from the sudden screech that fills my ears. "ARE YOU ALMOST DONE? I DON'T WANT YOU LATE!"

I haven't even put on the best part of my outfit yet! I slide out a pair of tan sanded salads, out from under my bed and I slipped them on. I grab the backpack off from my bed and I walk out of my room, purposely going down the stairs slowly to meet up with Peyton and Tom by the door.

Peyton's my older sister, who surprisingly doesn't bother me so much like typical older sister's are suppose to do...except she's annoying as fuck.

And then there's TOM! Not only is he dating Peyton, but he is MY BITCH! He let me make a mohawk out of his hair last week and that means something because NEVER lets anyone touch his hair! He is the greatest dude you could ever meet in your life! He's a college freshmen, just like Peyton and he went to Red Heights, just like Peyton, and... He's the first and only best friend I've ever had.

I'm a lone wolf at Red Heights High School. I have ZERO friends and I am TOTALLY. FINE. With that because I'm a fish—well I DID had a friend named Herald, the fish and we were best friends till the 8th grade because Peyton flushed him down the toilet—but I'm a fish and the people in THAT school are sharks.

If Dorothy says just keep swimming then I'm GONNA keep swimming.

Anyway, we got a move on and left the house, soon pulling up in front of the god forsaken school in less than 5 minutes. "Alright Charlie!" Tom turns around and widens his brown eyes and pulls on a very forced smile. "Have a good day in school!" God he sounds like dad who knows his son is getting bullied at school, so he's trying to make his son's day better by making his voice sound all caring and... Barney.

"What the—" Peyton starts going on a giggle fest. "What is that voice?"

"Eat your vegetables, stay alert, now I don't want you hanging out with boys alright, they're bad company-"

"I think your hair gel is made out of acid or some type of chemical ingredient that seeps through your scalp and makes your brain malfunction." I say flatly, pushing open the back door and getting out of the car.

Him and Peyton chuckle and wave me goodbye and Tom quickly tells me that he'll pick me up after school, before taking off... It's insulting how a senior like me has to have rides.

I walk inside the school and I immediately make a break for it to the gym since I have, sadly, PE first period. Going into the girls locker room, it's—as usual—loud as hell. I open my locker and I hastily strip and I grab our PE uniforms. Red shirts and white shorts. I do a quick sniff of the shirt and—Okay, gross.

You forgot to bring it home to wash it? My inner subconscious scolds me, trying to make me feel embarrassed for wearing a diry shirt, but I could give two fucks. Even though its disgusting, if I wear this stench shirt, nobody would want to be around me.