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HASSLE

Riiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiiing,... my alarm set for 5:15am keeps blaring in my ear. 

"Ugh," I exclaim as I try to rub the sleep away from my eyes with my hands all to no avail. 

"What time did I go to bed again?" I say to myself. 

"Oh well, it's better I try not to remember," I say again as I get up from my huge bed and stretch my long arms and legs stifling a yawn. 

Sometimes I make myself laugh, sigh. 

After my parents left my room I cried after spending several hours thinking about what they had just told me. I cried for three good hours. Hmmm, that explains my fatigue. I can't afford to be weak.

In my miserable state I get up from my bed, go into my walk-in closet and change into my exercise apparel. I do some quick warm-ups and get ready for my daily run.

Apparently, where I live is very secluded. Just trees with a view of a small river. I usually do five laps every day around the area which takes me a total of about an hour and thirty minutes back and forth. Yes, I'm pretty fit. 

Exhausted, I go back to the house and grab a bottle of mineral water on my way to my room. I run to my bed sliding down the silk bed sheet and soft mattress. 

Mmmmmmm, I close my eyes and begin to think about my plans for the day. In my head, I say to myself 

"So today is a Saturday and I'm going to continue my programming, do a study on various types of cancer, bake some brioche, do some stuff on 3d animation, play on my...," I pause 

"Something is definitely not right, something is missing," I quickly jump out of my bed and start pacing my room. Now I'm hyperventilating.

"What the hell, I never forget anything," I scream as I start to pull at my hair.

Suddenly I hear a sharp knock on the door. I turn around as I glare daggers at the door, my face in a terrifying scowl. Without waiting for my response the door swings open. It's my mother. 

"What on earth do you want now?" I scream at her still pulling my hair. She turns pale and looks extremely frightened. 

It takes some time before she regains her composure. I stare her down as she begins to speak. 

"Sweetheart, I just wanted to remind you about our visit to your school today, I hope you're getting ready," she smiles and turns to leave a slight unsteadiness in her step. 

With the scowl still present on my face I walk to my bathroom and stop in front of my mirror. I give myself five hard slaps on my face mumbling 

"So that's what you forgot you, idiot, ugh!!!," I step into my bathtub and clean myself up. 

..............

I'm in my walk-in closet already and I start to panic. 

"Oh no no no noooooo," I walk around in circles and start hitting my head softly against one of the shelves.

I've never been so nervous about what I'm going to wear what the hell!!!!!. I just put on whatever catches my eyes that day. 

I thought I'll just go for some casual clothing but you see that wouldn't have worked, why?. Because this is the first time I'm ever leaving my house and I don't know what type of school it is. I was thinking of going for something more formal or semi-formal, I don't know.

"Arghhhh!!!!," I scream in frustration throwing one of my shoe boxes on the wall. 

I hurriedly walk out of the closet still in my bathrobe. As I reach for the intercom in my room I notice some folded fabrics on my bed. I go over to my bed and unfold the fabrics. It was some pieces of clothing for me quite alright. It didn't look so bad but still, I didn't know if I would like it. 

"Only one way to find out," I mutter to myself. 

After thirty minutes of trying to figure out how to put on the clothes, I finally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Honestly, you can't blame me for taking so much time. I usually wear baggy ill-fitting clothes. This probably has to be the first time in a long while I'm wearing proper clothes but I don't mind. I look at the pale brown woollen knitted sweater I'm wearing tucked into a checkered plaid skirt with a pair of socks and loafers.

"Hmmmmm, it's not so bad," I say to myself.

"I freaking hate this," I screech. But I wasn't ready to take it off since it took so much time to put on. Instead, I kicked off the stupid loafers that were already making my toes ache and replaced it with a pair of trainers. 

"Seems fair enough," I say as I hold my very long red hair together in a messy bun with a scrunchie.

Already set, I run all the way to the other wing of the mansion to meet my parents. It's not like I was excited or anything, I just felt like. My parents were already done having their breakfast so we walked in silence on our way to the car. 

My mother glanced at me smiling, "You look very beautiful," she said.

With a sarcastic smile, I looked at her and said, "Thanks for the hassle and for these ridiculous clothes," rolling my eyes, I  walked faster towards the car.

...............

It took us about an hour to get to our destination but we were finally there, the school my parents had chosen for me. To say it was huge would be the understatement of the year. This has to be the biggest building I've ever seen in my life apart from my house. This could unmistakably be a university for all I know but it's just a high school, wow. I was in so much awe I didn't know how long I stood gaping at these magnificent structured set of buildings called a school. My mother gently tugged at my arm as she leads me into the administrative building. 

Would I like it here? Would I be able to fit in here? Would I be a smart and popular kid like the ones portrayed in all those cliché movies? All these and a million other question were swarming my brain.

"This is the beginning of the end," I said to myself as I allowed myself to be pulled by my mother holding my hands. 

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