Between Classes

Chapter one

Andrew

Science, science, science... History, history and more history.

How long is this going to take?

I know studying isn't one of my qualities, but, why is it this hard?

"DAMN" I yell, throwing my notebook hardly onto the desk. I've been studying for hours and I almost started understanding the first module. I'm in my last high school year, with my insignificant seventeen years, and I'm struggling with some simple history facts. I've never been the best on my classes, not even once, there is always that one type of geek who 'knows it all' who pises me off. Freaking geeks. Fuck them all.

I decide to look around, only to find myself in the mess I was in, neither smart nor tidy, at least I hope they consider me handsome. I must order my room or my parents will be even more disappointed in me than they already are.

I start tidying my clothes that were scattered all over my bedroom's floor.

"Shit, this is gonna take forever" I say to myself realizing I can barely see the floor.
Honestly I have to admit that tidiness wasn't one of my qualities either.

I don't like cleaning my room as everyone that enters to my room can deduct, not only because of my laziness, also because of my back pain. I love being tall, but not that tall. When I was a child doctors used to tell me that back pain would be a massive problem for me when I grew and became teenager, now I know why. I'm 17 years old and 1'90 cm tall.

Fuck my genetics.

I seat in my bed, trying to calm the pain. I wasn't in the mood of cleaning, we could say i'm never really in the mood, but specially today I forgot to take my pills and know i'm fucked. I want my birthday to arrive just so I can finally have back surgery. No more stress, no more pain. Unfortunately that's almost a year away.

I stand up and decide to go to the kitchen to have a snack. There I find my parents and my sister eating some waffles, I steal my sister's waffle and eat it in front of her face.

"You bitch" She says with that one face she knows i love making her do. That expression makes me know she's mad.

"Fuck you, asshole" I say with the propose of making her even angrier, that's one of my favorite hobbies.

"Guys, what had we talked about swearing?" Says my dad, who is almost finished with his portion of waffle.

I walk out of kitchen with satisfaction, i didn't just made my sister mad, i also made my dad roll his eyes, that was perfect, 2x1.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. A message from my girlfriend. Maya.

      "I can't wait to see you <3"

Pfff. Her again, she's so annoying, I don't even know why I accepted starting dating her. I've been wanting to break up with her for so much time I don't remember it exactly. My relationship with her has always bothered me, I only accepted being his boyfriend because she was cute and funny, and I thought I liked her, but the most time we spent together the most I started kind of hating her. I mean, she's nice, I like her, but not in that way, I kind of prefer being his friend rather than his boyfriend. Just like in my other relationships. When we start dating I care about the relationship and want to spend time with the girl, but being together always freaks me out, like if we weren't meant to be.

Maya it's nice, but she doesn't complete me, and I need someone that does it. No one completes me.

Anyways, as I was saying. My parents are the best people ever, they always care about me and suport me no matter what, but they are so strict with marks at the same time, and failing five subjects last semester didn't help. They were so disappointed, and they forced me to start studying, and here am I now, in front of my desk again, looking at my history notes like they're going to kill me. In fact, they're going to kill me.

I can't stop thinking about myself, but, not in a good way, not even close. I just don't freaking understand why studying or even learning is that hard for me. I hate that. My dad says it's because I'm a red-head, I think that doesn't make any sense, but I guess it's his way to cheer me up.
Yeah...Not helpful at all, I still feel dumb. Also the fact that I can't find real love in any of the girls in my high school kind of freaks me out. I feel like I'm going to end up alone, living in a little town with 3 or more cats. And die completely alone.
Anyways, let's see how tomorrow's history exam goes.
Hopefully a 5.

Fuck.