Today is the D-day, SCHOOL! Someone save me, or I swear I'll just skip it. I've despised school since the fifth grade. As long as my dad helped me with homework, patiently explaining everything, I could handle it. However, after his death, there was no one to assist me. Aunt Sophie, lacking both high intelligence and willingness, doesn't count.
I rose at 7:30, 7:30 AM! Can you believe it? I leaped straight from bed into the shower and spent exactly twenty minutes there. Having to blow-dry my hair extended my morning routine. I didn't bother with any special outfit, just plain brown sweatpants and a hoodie of the same color. Mobile phone, headphones, keys, wallet in the pocket, and I was ready to go. The journey to school was, as usual, boring. I passed through my favorite underpass, and that's when I realized I would be attending the same classes as that psycho. Great, it couldn't get any better!
I entered the quite modern building and headed to my locker. It was the only one covered in dark graffiti. I must brag; these turned out really well. I opened the locked door and peered inside. Gym clothes, surprisingly clean and fresh, a box of coins for the vending machine, and finally, a stale tuna sandwich wrapped in plastic. I grabbed it and tossed it into the bin a few centimeters away.
The bell rang, so I calmly entered the classroom and claimed the back seat by the window. No one even attempted to take it; maybe after two years with me, they realized how it would end.
I sat on the chair and automatically rested my head on folded hands on the desk. It's the first day of school, and I'm almost falling asleep.
"Hi," I heard through the music in my headphones, but I ignored it. Surely, it wasn't directed at me; I don't talk to anyone here.
"Hello!" someone yelled again. I didn't care and closed my eyes. Then someone tapped on my shoulder. Angrily, I took off my hood and turned to face the annoying person.
"What?" I snapped, only to be shocked at the redhead in front of me.
"I just wanted to greet you," he grinned and sat in the desk next to mine. I rolled my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but the teacher appeared with his usual awkward welcome speech.
"Quite boring, huh?" the redhead chuckled beside me. "Hmm," I grumbled disinterestedly and switched my song on Spotify. "What are you doing today?" he insisted on a conversation, and my patience was running out.
"Same as you, not much," I replied with the hope that he'd leave me alone. "What do you know, maybe yes," he pondered.
"Huuuuuh," I made a disgusted sound, and the teacher looked at me with a pause. I just grinned and shrugged. The teacher continued his welcome speech, and the familiar voice next to me chuckled.
"Well, do you want to go somewhere? Like with me?" he asked with hope in his voice.
"Wait, let me think. Hmmm... NO," I answered snappily.
"Why not?" he asked with a hurt tone.
"Because," I rolled my eyes and suddenly paid attention when the teacher said it's all for today, and we can go home.
Joyfully, I jumped out of the chair and was the first to leave the classroom. I left the school and thought about getting some lunch somewhere because Aunt Sophie is gone, and I can't cook without causing harm to my health or destroying objects in the kitchen.
"So, where are we going?" he said behind me, and I automatically rolled my eyes. "WE are not going anywhere!" The redhead laughed and grabbed me around the shoulders.
"But come on, how about a burger and fries? I'll treat you," he grinned at me. "I'm a vegan," I lied and shook off his hand.
Jeremy raised his eyebrows almost to his forehead, and I glared at him grumpily. "Yeah, I'm not, but..." He interrupted my argument and declared firmly, "Come on, I know one special place."
He dragged me through dark alleyways, almost looking like he wanted to get rid of me as an uncomfortable witness. Fortunately, after a few minutes, we arrived at a busy intersection.
"This way," Jeremy pulled my sleeve, and we crossed to a small restaurant. "And here we are!" He squealed like a little kid and finally let go of me. "Great," I mumbled to myself and entered the place, with Jeremy, as a "true gentleman," holding the door for me.
We took a small two-person table, and a young waitress with a menu rushed to us. She twisted and tossed her wavy hair somewhat strangely. "Hi, Jeremy," she chirped, and I barely held back my laughter. She looked at me somewhat resentfully, but quickly shifted her attention back to Jeremy.
"Nina," he said sourly and attempted a smile. "Long time no see. We should go somewhere, maybe tonight." She twirled her hair and looked at me. "Who is she?" She wrinkled her perfect little nose at me, and Jeremy stared at me with suffering in his eyes.
"Uh, um, she's my cou- cousin?" he stammered and hesitated. "I thought you grew up with foster parents," she objected, and her gaze at me became even more hostile.
"Yeah, well, we all treated each other like family there," he smiled bitterly, and my smile immediately disappeared. Is he kidding me?
"Oh yes! Nice to meet you," she falsely said, and fortunately, she realized what she probably gets paid for here.
"So, what will you have?" She laughed, and with the pen in her hand, pressed to her lower lip, she looked at me. Suppressing the strong urge to roll my eyes or make a sarcastic remark, I looked at Jeremy.
"I'll have an Americano coffee and waffle with strawberry jam," he smiled at her. After a few seconds, she wrote it down and glanced at me. "Uh, um, never mind. I'll just have the same as him," I said, and she gave me a look like "if I were you, I'd stop eating." Which I reciprocated with a look that said, ´´I don't give a damn.'"
Soon, our order arrived, thankfully not brought by Nina. At the sight of the waffle, I briefly thought about that promised burger with fries, but I let it go because the food was excellent.
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