I rubbed my eyes, leaned against the headboard and stretched obnoxiously. I enjoyed the satisfying sounds of various cracks and pops of my bones. I looked over at the clock I had on my nightstand, its glowing red numbers showed me that I had twenty minutes to get ready. If it weren't for melatonin, I would have probably been late. The noise from downstairs would have also woken me up, just then a pot crashed onto the floor. ''What the hell are you doing?'' ''Obviously, I'm starting a marching band. What the hell do you think I'm doing dumbass?'' ''Are you sassing me in my own home? Only you would have the audacity,'' ''Nooo, I would never,'' It didn't take a genius to guess who the noise bunch were. Honestly, I would be more worried if they weren't arguing. Their lover's spat was quite refreshing, almost as if it anchored me to a world that seemed to have spun out of control for the past few days. I decided to get out of bed when I heard more pots and pans crashing against the fl

I opened my eyes wide and tried not to blink. I just know that if I do, I'll end up falling asleep. It felt like years since I'd entered the classroom. Mr Gooden's voice droned on and on; he was talking about something that I didn't understand. I was bored out of my skull and not understanding the work was not helping my mood. We've already been through the test and I passed, barely, but I know Zack would be proud of me when he saw my result. I am kind of proud of myself too. I plan to reward myself with a cookie after I leave gymnastics practice later. I also needed to speak to Ms Fiddleson about the missed rehearsals. While I planned my week in my head, the bell rang and students rushed out as if the classroom was on fire. I took my time packing up because I knew or at least hoped Zack would save a table for us in the cafeteria. I was so busy imagining the pizza I was going to get that I failed to notice Mr Gooden standing in front of my desk until I looked up. ''Yes sir?'' I aske

''How was practise?'' Zack asked as soon as I buckled up.I felt bad about my blowup on Mindy so, I decided to leave early, but it was mainly to get away from her glaring friends. I didn't need that in my life right now.''It was fine, I was mean to Mindy though,'' I replied avoiding his eyesight.''That's not like you at all. Did something happen?'' he pulled out of the car park and headed in the opposite direction of our house.''Where are you going? I have to prepare for the debate tomorrow,''''I thought you went to debate last week,''''I did but we have this topic that I really like so I decided to forgo photojournalism this week,''''Aren't you the president? Can you just leave your club like that?''''I already told...'' I trailed off as we pull into the car park for some Indian restaurant. ''What's this?''''I ordered some food from this place. I thought you might be hungry after practice,''I smiled and

Note: I don't if there are any consistent readers but if they are this is for you. I no longer will be updating every week instead I will upload 2-3 times a month, depending on how I feeling. Thank you for your continued support. xo. Now on to the chapter.       ''She's my best friend. I'm allowed to crush her if I want to,'' Zack stated.''Well, she was my sister so I get a say and I say get off my sister,''They went back and forth arguing as they usually did, I decided to go talk to Auntie Kris instead.She and her husband sat cuddling on the couch watching a movie I recognised as Loving Pablo. She glanced up at me as I was about to turn away, smiled then whispered something to Uncle Alex and came up to me. We ended up in the kitchen where we sat at the island eating cookies she warmed up in the microwave.''How are you darling? I want to apologise for dinner today,'' she began.As much as I wanted to

I scrunched my eyes and got really close to the picture as I tried my hardest to stay inside the lines. I wanted it to be perfect, if I couldn't control everything else in my life I could at least control this.''Do you wear glasses?'' I glanced over at my partner, his name was Jacob and he has been my table partner since the start of kindergarten. ''Then why are you so close to the paper? My mum says that's how you become cross-eyed,'' he said after I shook my head.''Really?'' I asked in shock and jerked away from the paper, ''I just want to make sure I'm in the lines,'' I said sadly and stated aimlessly colouring in the vast space of the dog picture I was given to make sure there were no white streaks.Jacob glanced over at my colouring and smiled,'' I think it looks good, you stayed within the lines,'' he then furrowed his brows and looked glanced between both my eyes, he tilted his head slightly, ''Plus you don't look cross-eyed, so its a good day for you h