This Again?

W-what?

"Mom, why are you waking me up so early? It's summer break." I groan while turning over and pulling the cover over my head.

"What are you talking about? It's your first day of high school! Now get up and get dressed," she says walking out of my room, then adds," you are cleaning your room when you get home, I don't know how many times I have to tell you.."

What is she talking about, she must really be losing it. I just graduated yesterday. I just about to fall back to sleep when a cat started kneading my back. My eyes shot open, and I sat up looking at the cat, now curling herself up on my legs.

"Gunsmoke?" I reach out to scratch her head.

Gunsmoke was a gray fluffy cat that I got when I was eight years old, she was my sisters cat, but after she went to college Gunsmoke just became mine. The thing is, she died my junior year in high school, she climbed up a electric poll and electrified herself, I never cried so hard in my life.
I picked her up and hugged her, almost getting teary eyed.

"W-what, how?" I whispered to myself.

"ZOE!! ARE YOU UP?"

My moms words snapped me out of my thoughts.

"YEAH."

I should probably get ready, I guess. I let my cat go, got up and looked around, man this really is a mess. There is folded clothes all over my desk and dirty cloths on the chair and covering the floor. I mean my room has always been messy, but this is just to much, even for me. Yeah I'll clean when I get home. I find a polo from my closet and some jeans. I thought I was finally done with this damn uniform.

"Meow." Gunsmoke called for me from the bed.

I guess there's a silver lining for everything, she's probably the only reason why I'm not freaking out.

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My gray polo is baggy, I forgot that in my freshman year my mom got my polos from a magazine called Woman Within, that magazine is for overweight middle aged women who are self conscious. I know this because I'm a large, my mom ordered four large shirts, when we got them, the tags said large but they fit like 2XL. My mom doesn't believe in sending anything back so I was stuck with them.

Great. Time to live this again.

So, I'm standing on the corner of the street waiting for the bus, when, surprisingly, the bus comes. Lisa, the driver, opens the doors and I begrudgingly make my way up the stairs to an almost empty bus. Then I see Trevor, sitting in the first seat. He was the most cliché guy to have a crush on, brown hair hazel eyes kind of chubby but it suits him, I never really liked lean guys.

I haven't seen him in three years, but in this timeline it was two, he's two grades above me you see. I had a crush on him since 5th grade, but when he started high school he had to go on the high school bus. Anyway, in my sophomore he told me he loved me then moved to Wyoming. Knowing this, when he smiled at me, I rolled my eyes, walked past him and sat on the fifth seat behind the driver, where I always sat. Right now he has a girlfriend anyway. I take my backpack off and put I beside me, lean back while resting my knees on the seat in front of me and close my eyes hoping for this to be over.

It takes 45 minutes to get to my school because the town is to small to have there own school, it would take 30 minutes to get there normally but with all the stops it adds time. So I look in the small pocket in my Jansport backpack for my iPod touch, this is 2012 people I even had a flip phone, yes it was outdated even then but it's not like I was paying the bills. Man, I wish I got that back then, so I didn't complain so much.