Addicted | School Life

Prologue

                Ah, another normal day, and a normal ray of sunshine that I clearly never wanted to see but look, I did, and I woke up because of it.

               I squinted my eyebrows in attempt to look over at the clock before realizing that I'd probably look like a male giraffe who wants a longer neck than ever, haha. I stretched out my hands and reached for my glasses placed down on my bedside table to simply put it on, blinking back the bluriness as I glanced up at the clock, again.

                7:30 am. Perfect. Great.

                School starts at exactly 7:30, that means, I have atleast five more minutes to change before I finally freak out for being late.

               I lazily stood up from bed and huff out a long breathe, suddenly feeling anxious about how much I added three pounds of weight after a month. I have a very unique talent and believe me, it is not a good one.

               I hurried to the bathroom and finished for about a few minutes. I changed my clothes afterwards, and since I probably wore my favorite sweater yesterday, I'll have to wear a normal white one. I mean, I like grey, yeah, but I lost it so...
 
             "Hey, Kim! Food's ready. Hurry up, James' gotta give you a ride." Mama shouted over from downstairs, probably off to work I guess. Jenna McCelsy, my mother. But she prefers to be called 'mama' by her children as she is indeed, a Latina. So I have to deal with her wooden spoon butt spankings and yells over the early mornings. I don't really mind, I'm just basically used to it. Although we can never miss the part where she has big boobs while I'm flat, curved hips and waist, while I'm just plain old boring skinny. And then again, I don't really mind.
   
             And my father? I don't have one. Mama probably worshipped God to give her two kids without having to do the thing because, well, what else could it be?

            "Coming!" I yelled back before looking myself over at the mirror, I didn't bother fixing my jet black hair that reached probably down my butthole since it's thin enough to be unseen as a bird's nest.

           Giving myself a once over before spinning around and snatching my backpack from the floor and sprinted down the stairs. My hands soon acted out on itself and grabbed an apple nearby an empty table. Giving my mama a little wave before reaching out for the exit.

         After pulling the door open, i threw myself in James' BMW and slamming the door shut, I realized that I was holding my breathe for way too long that I almost suffocated myself without even  noticing.

         "K, you really have to slow down with your run. Your asthma's getting worst now and you're not even-" I shut my brother off with a loud sigh, signaling him to start driving. He's been way too overprotective of me ever since I got my asthma, which I was like... a baby. I'm not really complaining, of course, I'm glad that he cares but I'm responsible for myself now and he should be aware of that.

          "Don't go all Doctor on me, J. I'm perfectly fine." I said, showing off my muscle that I earned from all 'em volleyball trainings for the last couple of years. Yes, indeed I do play sports, surprisingly. I didn't want to be one of those guys who went straight at home after last class and do exactly nothing. They were called the Home Goers on my school. Yeah, I'd probably burry myself with the sofa and watch Netflix all day and smash my face with... well, smashed potato, but volleyball's got me hyped up, y'know.

           I could make out J rolling his eyes in the rear view of the car, not even grinning a single bit.

          I let out another defeated sigh before fishing my hands into the back of my jean pocket and reached out for my phone to play my all time favorite game on the ride to school.