"RING RING RING RING RING"
Thump.
I need a new alarm. Is it necessary to wake up? The bigger question is, why? Why do i have to wake up? School? Who invented school? For your information, school is a form of manipulation. They manipulate vulnerable humans to spennd thousands of dollars for "education". If you ask me? Absolute utter ridiculousness. I am a smart independent women. I mustn't fall for this trickery. Thus, I will not move from this bed.
Okay now I really need to get up. I'll miss the bus. I'm using all the strength i have in this to move. It just won't. This is fate. Fate doesn't want me to get up. I mustn't go against fate. I mustn't go against the universe! Cmon Marie. Move you arse, i know you can do it. Believe in yourself. It's about confidence. New year, new you Marie! Even though it's October. But still. New Year, New You!
"Ching"
Ooh that's my phone. Up we go. It's a text from Mark.
Mark : Guess what?! My mum bought me a new video game!
Me : You didn't even gave me the chance to answer. Not cool
Mark : Even idiots know you're not really supposed to answer. Idiot
Me : Says the person who got caught masterbating in front of their mom. Oh god. The story nevr gets old
Marks : Stop it, it was 3 years ago. I shouldn't have told you that. I thought you were my friend.
Me : Whatever it is, it was funny as hell. Anyways, you're picking me up. And. We're playing the game after school. Got it?
Mark : What? I'm already halfway. Ugh fine. I guessed you missed the bus again? Remind me how is it my fault?
Me : Excuse me. The only reason i'm late is because you texted me. Thus, your fault, now pick me up
Mark : Fine. See you in 10
Me : Thankss
"Mom, you there?" No response. Thought so. She's out late again. I'm not a spoiled brat. I don't care if she's out working it's just that she is out there cheating on my dad. I really don't care. But the least you could do is act guilty and not be too proud of cheating on your husband. It's not a good thing.
Unbelievable, and she had the audacity to criticise me and try to act like she owns me. I don't care anymore.
I stink. Let's shower. I opened the curtains, and the warm light hit me in the face. It feels nice. Like i'm in a music video. I feel like singing now. When i think about it, why is it so bright? Shoot what time is it...
I'm dead.
I speed to the shower. That was close, almost showered with pants on. Continue on, let's shower. The shower is cold, but it's good for waking me up, i made sure drops of water reaches every inch of my body, then i started to scrub down. Brushed my teeth like a maniac, and i'm done. Let's go.
~~~~~15 mins later~~~~~
"I've been waiting out here for 10minutes. Come on, Marie. We're gonna be late." With a loud and fake sigh that I can hear from miles away.
"Calm your tits, big titty" he laughed, hard. I regretted saying that. Why did i say that?? Idiot.
"You should be thanking me"
"Thanking you? Please. You should be thanking me for still being friends with you even with such bad driving skills"
"I'm offended. You don't even have a driving license. Maybe, if you do you would stop asking me to drive you everywhere. Idiot."
"You call me idiot one more time, i'll make sure we'll have an accident. I know. I know. It's a loss loss situation. But i don't care. And before you ask. I will also drag you to hell with me." I winked
"Just shut up and let me drive"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~
Before anything, let's talk about our school. It's cliche. there's the popular people who is always mean, the medium ones, the people who only talk with a small group of people but became cold to everyone else. Lastly a few nerds who gets bullied. Me and Mark are in the medium ones. It's a stupid cliche situation that makes me wanna throw up but hey, we can't do anything about it. Mark parked the car awfully like the bad driver he is. I'm not gonna tell him that, because I'm indeed a good friend. Everytime i walk in this school i had the feeling of disappointment. All the not so pretty vandalized walls, the broken roof, dented locker, loud jocks, smelly jocks too. It's the morning, how are you already sweating?
I was settling the things in my locker. Suddenly there's a loud voice behind my ear
"Miss Sinclair"
"Yas ma'am" i almost throw my heart out. Why in the world would you whisper to someone's ear?
"Would you be a dear and pass these papers to the people on this list? It's about the upcoming orchestra movement on graduation day soon" her pearly white teeth are shining. Also mocking me in a way.
"I'm not sure if this is favouritism or is this a hate crime."
"I obviously need to treat my favourite niece nicely in school" she said that with a wink. Along with a warm smile. She's like a mother to me. I hope she knows that. I could never tell her that, she'd freak.
"But..i'm your one and only niece-"
"Either way, you'll help me, see you" with a kiss on the cheek. I can feel her lipstick seeping into my pores. Ok it is an exaggeration. Who cares.
I check through the names
Hayley Kiyoko Class 1, year 4
Samira Wiley, Class 3, year 5
Kate McKinnon Class 4, year 5. I love her. Although i did not know she was in the orchestra. Is that a bad thing? I'm sure not.
Rick Montgomery Class 2, year 3
Troye Sivan, Class 1, year 4
Euphoria Smith, Class 2, year 5 Wait a moment. Year 5? I've never heard of her. The most shocking thing is she's in my class?! 5 years in this school, and still haven't recognise my batch mates? Really. I'll talk her when i give her the paper.
Her name. There's something to it. I like it. A lot. I can't wait to meet her.
RIIINGG
I'll pass the papers to them on lunch break. Hopefully i can make it to class.
I waltz in my class and took my seat not so queitly. My head swung to Mark's direction.
"Yo. Who the hell is euphoria"
"Do you live under a rock? I'm ashamed to be friends with you"
"Who said we're friends"
"Tell that to my brand new Grand Theft Auto"
"Are you threatening me?"
"Maybe, maybe not"
"How dare you, peasent, thou tis the queen of- wait we're getting out of topic. Back to my super important question. Who's Euphoria."
"She sits over-"
"Good Morning students. Why haven't you opened your textbook yet? What disrespect."
Perfect timing. A few more seconds and I could've known. The suspense is driving me crazy. I only have to wait for exactly an hour. I can definitely do that. Sure i can.
WHO IS EUPHORIA?
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RRINNGG
Finally i can know who she is. The reason why I'm so desperate to know is that, I'm in my 5th year in this school. Somehow i still have no idea who this Euphoria is. Plus, i have a feeling that she'd be.. different. My back almost shattered at my speed in turning behind to talk to Mark
I swung my hand right to his face.
"BRO WHAT THE HELL?"
"I will gauge your eyes out if you don't have an explanation. How dare you leave me on suspense, physco. I had to keep it in for one whole hour. Do not tell me you did that on purpose"
"I totally did"
Spack
"ouch"
"So, go on tell me who is she before miss evan walks in."
"She's absent today." Bummer. It's fine, there's always tomorrow.
"Don't worry so much. You're meeting her soon." Then he put his hand on my shoulder. I raised my eyebrow in question. But he just shook his head and says
"Soon."
"That's suspicious" via Cardi B
Time skip. It's lunch time now. I started walking to every class to pass out those papers. Done. They were all so reserved though. Not my problem, let's eat. I'm starving. I think it's stupid if you don't bring your own lunch. Like why don't you? Would you rather eat the mushy mash potatoes with no seasoning whatsoever, the expensive slice of pizza that was pre-made when we were babies, the expensive ass expired bread. I know for a fact, outside the price is muchh lower.
So i brought my own. Yay. Let's devour this sandwich.
~~~~~~~~~~~~RIIINGGGG~~~~~~
"Bye, Mark. See you tomorrow when you drive me to school."
"Hey, you're going to my house remember?"
"Oh yeahh, let's go." I said as I slam the car door.
"Road trip!!" I yelled my lungs out
"Yo is not the first time you've been to my house, what's wrong with you. I regret asking you to watch white chicks with me"
"You regret everything" i rolled my eyes. He loves to exaggerate. That's one of the things i love about him. He's a great friend.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I never got over with how big your house is" i said in awe. And it's true. It's huge, he even has stairs. And even a guest room. I count this place as my second home. Really.
"If it weren't for this house I probably wouldn't be friends with you" Ouch he smacked me.
"Race you to the game!"
"Hey wait-"
Wait. Where did he put his game? Where? It's not in his room. Not the laundry room. Not here. Maybe it's in the guest room. Definitely in the guest room, that's where we play games often. Ay found it, i won. I was able to do a victory dance in my head. Me being me, i started without mark. I'm not waiting for the slowpoke. As i was playing the game, i heard the door cracked open, i was too immersed in my game, i didn't care to look up.
"Yo big titty, why are you so damn slow. I bested you so easily" i said while still playing the game.
"Big titty? Thank you, i guess." What the fuck, whose voice is that. That's not Mark!