Floating To An End

Sniff Sniff Sniff.

I woke up on my bed today. My mom always shakes me awake. Once she did, I got up and laid in my closet.

"Oh my god." I heard a faint pathetic sigh of Angel. I jumped up like 'I'm not tired at all, what are you talking about?' and walked over to my drawer. I pull the top one open and throw on a shirt. I open a few more drawers and get fully dressed. I get some shoes on and fly down the stairs. I sit on the couch and watch TV. Angel come down and watched on the chair.

"Secalia, get your stuff." I hear from upstairs. I groan loudly and grab my stuff. I drag my stuff onto the couch. I sit back down and watch more TV. After a while, which felt like two seconds, I hear my mom shout from upstairs. "The bus is here!" I shoot and and fly outside. Not literally fly, to clarify. Angel is hot on my heels. She gets in front of me, of course. She hops onto the bus and immediately you hear the kids basically fangirl as she goes back and sits down. I follow behind her and sit in the seat in front of her. Not that I want to, of course. We have assigned seats. The bus drives to the corner and goes forward a little. We get to a small house and my best friend hops on. So, here's how we work. Instead of saying 'Hey!' or 'Hi!' or something, she starts telling me about the book she's been reading the second she sits down. She's basically reading the series for me. Except she's REALLY hooked into it. She starts telling me what happened, but suddenly she stops and makes a weird face.

"Did someone fart or something?" I ask her, and we immediately start laughing.

"No, you smell like chocolate." she told me.

"Really? Because I think I smell like dried cranberries." I told her, confused.

"Oh, then one of our noses are messed up, I guess." she assumed.

"But they smell nothing alike..." I just sat and thought.

"Oh well. It doesn't really matter." We sat and talked for a while until we reached school. We said bye and went to our first period. I walked down the hall trying to avoid any teachers.

"Eww! Does anybody else smell that awful stench?" as I was walking down, I saw a well groomed girl with beautiful green eyes (that should be blood red) and the newest trends of clothes. Vanessa. I just walked past her. "Haha, she acts like she can't see us!" She steps in my way. I sigh in anger and keep trying to pass her. "You're not going anywhere, fatso. You really think you can just ignore me?" I keep looking down, waiting until she leaves me alone. "My eyes are up here, sweetheart." she pulls up my chin so I'm forced to look at her. "Do you smell that?" she asks me, very directly. I didn't want to speak, so I kinda just awkwardly stared at her. "Well? Does your nose work or not, fatso?"

"I- er... y-yeah..." I stammer.

"Well good." she pushes me away. I struggle to keep my footing, but luckily I manage to keep my footing. "I couldn't stand to smell you any longer!" her and her little posse laughed. "Later, loser." she walks off, and I was lucky I hadn't gone to my locker and Horton my stuff yet, otherwise I would've been boned. So I walk upstairs and open up my locker. I throw my crap in and take my binder and pencil bag to chorus. Once I get there, I see my friend Sarah reading her book.

"Heya!" I greet her as I sit next to her.

"Oh, hey!" She replies with a smile. Her expression quickly changed and she leaned slightly closer to me. "Wow, you smell really good!" she tells me, with her eyes wide.

"Oh, what do I smell like to you?" I ask eagerly. Although, I know it's probably no big deal what I smell like. I really made it weirder than it should be.

"Like strawberries!" she looked like she was about to lick me. I let out a little laugh. So far, so food. However, I need to be sure, like, absolutely positive why I smell like food. It's not like anyone else would know... Unless, of course-

"Alright, can we have someone pass out sheet music?" my thoughts are interrupted by Mrs. Piano's teaching. Ugh, I'm taking some dumb thing way too seriously. It's no big deal, really. But... I still am curious... why do I smell like this? I can't wait to ask people. Suddenly, it hit my mind to write down everyone's answers. I pulled out a piece of paper and quickly wrote down the answers.

"Secalia, put it away." Mrs. Piano told me. She must have thought I was drawing or something. I obey and crumble/fold the paper up and throw it under my chair. "Thanks." She replies with a fake sort of "kill me" smile and continues teaching.