Monday

*buzz buzz*
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*buzz buzz*
Monday, Monday mornings. One of the worst feelings. One of the worst times of the week for a teenager. That feeling of not wanting to leave your warm, soft bed. The feeling of wanting to throw your alarm across the room and rolling yourself into all the blankets. Sadly we can't.

I pull myself out of my bed in hopes that it was still Sunday but I know it's not. I look at my clock; '7:31' I say to myself. "It's now or never I guess" I said as I stood up walking to my bathroom. I enter the door and turn to my right, see myself in the mirror and mentally groan. How the hell do I fix this? I thought.

I proceeded to get ready for school, which included of tying my hair back, packing the school books in need and putting on my uniform. I never ate breakfast because i just don't like eating in the morning, yeah I know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Frankly I don't care. I looked at my phone to check the time: it read 7:46. I am basically done. I saw a text pop up from my friend Amy.

Amy: hey don't forget we have Pe prac today :p

I sighed but this time it was loud enough for my mum to hear as she walked past my room. 'Hey, we have to leave earlier 'cause I need to get petrol' she exclaimed, I just nodded in response.

It is now 8:45 and I was walking to my locker when someone stopped in front of me. It was my friend Amy. 'Hey did you bring your prac?' 'Yes Amy, it's in my bag' I gave her a reassuring smile and continued to walk to my locker.
Math, Pe prac, geography, art and science. Great.
I swapped my books in my bag for my math book and headed to home room. I took out my book and continued reading from where I was yesterday.

Each class I had today was boring. The amount of work that was given in math to the level of nothingness in geography. There was no in between. Pe prac was one of the worst.

I walked into the girls change room and found a spot in the corner. Every time I get dressed in there I feel like all eyes are on me, but the thing is i know they aren't. The girls there couldn't care less about me nor what I did. As I lifted my shirt to put on my sport shirt that is when I felt as if one million eyes were all looking at my non flat stomach. I quickly pulled down my shirt and rushed everything else and didn't even put my shoes on until I went outside and sat down on the step. My breathing intensified as the scene plays in my head. I was overwhelmed by the amount of self esteem I just lost by getting changed. It sounds like a simple task to some, but others, just sounds like an anxiety attack. I heard someone behind me say something but I was tuned out, I couldn't concentrate on anything so I ran to the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror and realised how terrible I looked. My hair was a mess, I was already sweating and we hadn't even started the class yet. My breath started to fog up the glass so I moved away from the mirror and when into the stall.

This is when i felt that feeling of "oh no", and yep, I threw up into the toilet. I rested my elbow on the lid and hung my head in embarrassment. Why am I like this? Why? Why? Why? These words played over and over again in my mind like a broken record, until I heard someone rush in saying my name in panic. I stood up and flushed the toilet. 'Oh thank god your okay, what happened?' Amy asked as I turned to look at the stall I just came out of hoping she would understand without me having to say it, and she did. 'Are you okay now?' I just nodded and we walked back to the Pe area where everyone was waiting. 'Where were you? Miss was waiting for you' one of the boys said as his friends just snickered at his comment.

It was now science, the last class of the day, thank god because today sucked, like always. It was seven minutes till the bell for the end of the day to go and I began to pack up. That whole lesson consisted of miss talking about chromosomes and something about DNA. Basically we didn't write anything down which I personally think is a waste of my time. We go to class to learn and I wanna remember what we learn not having to mentally video tape the lesson.

I looked back at the clock, 2:56. 'You guys can just pack up now, we finished a little early than I planned, but oh well. Just talk amongst yourselves and you may leave when the bells goes'

The only person I sit near in science is some rotten trouble making boy who doesn't do anything but distract others. 'Hey so what was all that about in Pe today?' He turned to me and asked. I shrugged my shoulders at him not wanting to talk to him as I played with a piece of paint coming off the wall. 'Okay then' he turned back to his group of friends.

One last look at the clock, 2:58. I decided to stand up as I swung my bag on my back. After that the bell had gone. It felt like I ran out of the class but was probably only a quick walk to the door and out the corridor. I was walking at the same pace all the way to the front of the school and to my bus.

I said hello to the bus driver and made my way to the back of the bus, plugging my earphones in and zoning out. An hour past and the bus stopped at the front of my house. 'Thank you' 'have a nice evening' the bus driver replied. That feeling of so called "freedom" getting off the bus and walking to my room is just pure joy.

I throw my bag on the floor and fall onto my bed. In that moment I felt relaxed and calm, as if nothing could ruin this perfect feeling, but, a thought shot into my brain. Assignments.
I mentally swore as I got up and grabbed my books and started working.

Hours must have past when I felt slight shaking to see my dad. 'Hey sweetie, dinner is ready' 'okay thanks dad' I lifted my head and got up from my desk to go downstairs and eat.

I had dinner, washed myself in the shower and gotten into bed, by this time it was now 9:30. I was so tired I decided to fall asleep.

*buzz buzz*
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And the cycle goes on.