Harmonious
The Mad Hatter
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Rhos
Queen of Thonos
The blaring sound of Green Day, Wake Me Up When September Ends, plays in my ears. My arm moves lazily to turn it off, but misses about five times. The frustration makes me shoot up out of bed and gets me awake enough to decide not to sleep in. I run a hand through my hair, scruffing it up further that the bed head had left it.
Grumbling, I make my way to the kitchen, my mom is probably at work now so I don't think to bother changing out of my boxers. I make a lot of coffee and pull out a tall glass, fill it with milk, and then cereal. I know, weird, but that's how it comes naturally for me. I drink down the cup of cereal and hobble my way into the bathroom, sleep still clinging to my legs as well as the edge of my mind.
I casually slip out of my socks and boxers, turn on the hot water in my shower.
***
After the shower, I slip out into the hall, carry my dirty clothes to the hamper, and get back to my room. My eyes search across the closet, looking for a plain white T and my favorite blue jeans. "Ah!" I spot them and begging the exchange of towel for clothes.
By the time I'm fully clothed and out the door, the pot of coffee I had almost forgotten I began announced with a shrill beeping that it was ready. I still wasn't fully awake so I reasoned that I needed to take it black. Buuut, I wasn't ready to gag my way through this morning so I doused it in creamer and sugar instead.
On my way out the door I grab my worn leather jacket which I had worn out in the course of a few hours because I liked the look...I laughed at the memory of all the crazy and painful falls I took to get it to its naturally worn out state.
Grumbling, I make my way to the kitchen, my mom is probably at work now so I don't think to bother changing out of my boxers. I make a lot of coffee and pull out a tall glass, fill it with milk, and then cereal. I know, weird, but that's how it comes naturally for me. I drink down the cup of cereal and hobble my way into the bathroom, sleep still clinging to my legs as well as the edge of my mind.
I casually slip out of my socks and boxers, turn on the hot water in my shower.
***
After the shower, I slip out into the hall, carry my dirty clothes to the hamper, and get back to my room. My eyes search across the closet, looking for a plain white T and my favorite blue jeans. "Ah!" I spot them and begging the exchange of towel for clothes.
By the time I'm fully clothed and out the door, the pot of coffee I had almost forgotten I began announced with a shrill beeping that it was ready. I still wasn't fully awake so I reasoned that I needed to take it black. Buuut, I wasn't ready to gag my way through this morning so I doused it in creamer and sugar instead.
On my way out the door I grab my worn leather jacket which I had worn out in the course of a few hours because I liked the look...I laughed at the memory of all the crazy and painful falls I took to get it to its naturally worn out state.
Harmonious
The Mad Hatter
"Althea!" screams my mother from the kitchen. "What?" I yell back not bothering to get up yet. "Wake up! It's Monday!" she screeches. Yes, she screeched. Like monkey. Or a banshee, I think as a smirk tugs on my lips. I make my way through the "danger zone" as Mother very so pleasantly dubbed it. Really it wasn't all that dangerous. If you walk around my room — which would be incredibly strange, no one I mean no one has permission to step a foot into my room. Except well... mother, besides she never listens to my rules anyways — as I was saying it not really dangerous, unless you don't look down. Then there's like a 99.9% chance you slip on something and break your.... everything. Finding the clothes I was planning on wearing — a black band shirt and black skinny jeans — what? I like black. — I then took a five minute shower. Okay, it might have been more like fifteen minutes. But who gives a damn? I don't. Besides I'm skipping breakfast, I'll be in homeroom before the bell rings.
Rhos
Queen of Thonos
I run out the door and two blocks before getting to the school parking lot. Sometimes I'm glad I love close to the school, other times I hate it. Like when there's late night games with way to many fans, I can't sleep until it's over. Unless they have a bonfire afterwards...I scowl at the thought of it. I hike up the steps and put a hand on the door, attempting to push it open. After about five tries at the door before I realize that the building isn't open for school yet. Something I always forget...Damn I totally could have slept in. I've only moved into this house a few weeks ago and am still on my schedule from when I lived half a town away.
I sat outside the building, turn up the music, put in my headphones, and wait until school starts.
I sat outside the building, turn up the music, put in my headphones, and wait until school starts.
Harmonious
The Mad Hatter
"Okay, so maybe I didn't make to homeroom. But, hey I'm only five — no six minutes late to English. Mr. Cliff will have head," I said out loud moaning, already picturing my mother's face once I tell her I was late. As I dragged myself to room 204, I thought of alibis I could give Mr. C. I sighed raising my hand about knock of the door. "You're late Miss. Brooke," my English greeted. "What happened to 'good morning'? Y'know that's a nicer-" I said, forming an already perfect excuse. "I said you're late Miss. Brooke. Care to tell me why?" he remarked sneering. I let out the most used excuse in the book; "I over slept." God, what's wrong with me? "I over slept"? What happened to a waterproof alibi? "Since-" of course Mr. Cliff interrupts my train of thought. "Since you just decided to join us on this lovely day, you wouldn't be aware of the project I already assigned. And the fact that I already picked your partner for you," Mr. Cliff's blank expression morphed into a sweet smile. "Miss. Brooke meet Mr. Gorsc."
Rhos
Queen of Thonos
After about ten songs I see the bus approaching the school. I grab my phone and shove it in my bag as my earphones get ripped out of my ears...I hate when I forget they're in...ugh.
Walking towards the door, I notice the janitor walking at the exact same time as me on the other side. But, my hand continues to go for the handle and try to open it even though I know he was just going to open it. He gets to the door and unlocks it in time so that it just looks like I was jumping the gun instead of being a total idjit.
When he opens the door for me, instead of his usual, "Hello Mr. Gorsc." He greeted me with, "what are you rushing in for? Scared you'll be late?" With a chuckle.
"Heh. Yeah." I raise a brow, wondering if he thought he was being funny. Then, I head off to my homeroom class. Twenty minutes later, the bell rings, announcing the start of the school day.
***
Mr. Cliff shouts over the more talkative members of our class that we're going to have to do a project. Something to do with the Holocaust. I don't really pay attention in class. He says that we can choose our partner and all the girls squeal happily, running to each other's side. I start feeling excited, Mr. Cliff never let us choose. I sigh, remembering I don't have any friends.
Mr. Cliff walks over to my desk slowly, "so, without a partner?"
"Yeah...well, I'm okay with doing this alone." I shrug.
"No need. One of your classmates isn't here today. You can work with her."
"Hmm?" I hadn't been looking at him, just absentmindedly looking off in his direction. My head snaps up, eyes focusing on his, at that last comment. "Really?"
He nods. "Finally paying attention?" And chuckles to himself as he makes his way back to his desk.
I get flustered and mumble, "I pay attention..." more to myself than him, knowing he wasn't there.
A moment later, a girl walks into class, really pretty, wearing a black band t-shirt and black skinny jeans...I like her style. Mr. Cliff walks over to her and listens to her with a bored expression. I overhear him say, "Miss Brooke, meet Mr. Gorsc." He makes a hand motion to me and I stand, feeling a bit nervous, but keep my composure and a calm look on my face.
"Hello." I make a subtle wave when I walk over and Mr. Cliff walks away, saying, "im giving everyone a chance to talk over this project. Briefly! So you two can introduce yourselves."
Walking towards the door, I notice the janitor walking at the exact same time as me on the other side. But, my hand continues to go for the handle and try to open it even though I know he was just going to open it. He gets to the door and unlocks it in time so that it just looks like I was jumping the gun instead of being a total idjit.
When he opens the door for me, instead of his usual, "Hello Mr. Gorsc." He greeted me with, "what are you rushing in for? Scared you'll be late?" With a chuckle.
"Heh. Yeah." I raise a brow, wondering if he thought he was being funny. Then, I head off to my homeroom class. Twenty minutes later, the bell rings, announcing the start of the school day.
***
Mr. Cliff shouts over the more talkative members of our class that we're going to have to do a project. Something to do with the Holocaust. I don't really pay attention in class. He says that we can choose our partner and all the girls squeal happily, running to each other's side. I start feeling excited, Mr. Cliff never let us choose. I sigh, remembering I don't have any friends.
Mr. Cliff walks over to my desk slowly, "so, without a partner?"
"Yeah...well, I'm okay with doing this alone." I shrug.
"No need. One of your classmates isn't here today. You can work with her."
"Hmm?" I hadn't been looking at him, just absentmindedly looking off in his direction. My head snaps up, eyes focusing on his, at that last comment. "Really?"
He nods. "Finally paying attention?" And chuckles to himself as he makes his way back to his desk.
I get flustered and mumble, "I pay attention..." more to myself than him, knowing he wasn't there.
A moment later, a girl walks into class, really pretty, wearing a black band t-shirt and black skinny jeans...I like her style. Mr. Cliff walks over to her and listens to her with a bored expression. I overhear him say, "Miss Brooke, meet Mr. Gorsc." He makes a hand motion to me and I stand, feeling a bit nervous, but keep my composure and a calm look on my face.
"Hello." I make a subtle wave when I walk over and Mr. Cliff walks away, saying, "im giving everyone a chance to talk over this project. Briefly! So you two can introduce yourselves."
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