The 10 Million Shrug Story – Part 1
I know I’ve been here before.
I couldn’t get out of situations like this. My friends thought it was normal to do this to me. I just sat there and tried to breathe and forget the world for a pointless little while. I hated it. I hated every single second wasted on stupid moments like this. Screw it! No you know what I am done, done with this, done with life, just perfectly done. I stood up opened my eyes, looked around and said: ‘You all are just a bunch of fools. I am not doing this, ever!’ I headed to the bathroom and put down all of the make-up my friends were bothering with for the last hour.
‘I can’t do it,’ I sighed, ‘I-I will never be able to tell him.’
I let the tears finally get out of my eyes and let the feelings about him and his stupid half-smile consume me again.
I was in love.
‘Noooooo!’ I screamed as I looked over at the clock and it showed the time 5 A.M. which basically meant three things:
1, my mom would kill me if she found out that all I did was stay up to read stories and watch TV shows and she most likely will…
2, I have only one hour left to sleep and no homework finished…
3, my laptop will get taken away!!
That means only one thing that results in my eternal damnation because I won’t be able to write anything. My mind was screaming internally and my eyes burned from the lack of sleep. I hid the computer in my room and started looking for the papers that were due today. When I found them I nearly lost it again. They were all crumbled inside my backpack. I sighed loudly and pulled them out. As soon as I finished them I stormed to the wardrobe and threw out the first things that I saw. These consisted of a black band shirt, random jeans, and I somehow managed to pick everything else just in time before my mom burst inside my room. I twitched. ‘Have you stayed up all night again?! I have had it! Give your computer to me!’ she shouted and her screams echoed in my ears. She aggressively tapped her foot on the ground, ‘Now!’ she added. ‘B-but Mooooooom,’ I managed to say. She just turned around. ‘One more time and I’m taking it until you learn how to manage your freaking time young lady!’ I finished all I had to including breakfast and ran outside to wait for the bus. What a beautiful morning.
This would usually be the part of the movie when the rebellious song comes in. The girl gets on the bus and rides to school, then some people bully her, she’s either a nerd or a metal fan, or something that’s not popular and the scene of her day at school starts. She possibly meets a love interest and so on. Um yeah about that… It’s probably not going to happen this time, since there’s like literally no time. And I might already be running late.
My story started well now, but you know I’ve been alive for kind of longer. It’s sort of obvious that I haven’t been born just now, duh. Anyways it started when I made my blog. It’s an addicting thing. Yeah I’m not even kidding. I’ve spent most of my time living on the internet, particularly Tumblr. It’s a huge site where you can have your own blog, just so you guys actually know. My blog, well, is definitely not popular. It’s kind of depressing but I am sure to turn it around this year. During summer I wrote so many stories and poems, even fanfiction to be precise, that my blog will be flooded with people who will read it. If not I’m going to make them read it anyway, at least my friends, though I don’t even know if they have their own blogs to at least give me some likes and reblogs. Life as an unrecognized writer sucks.
Soon the bus arrived and I hopped on. I made my way down the aisle to sit next to my best friend Simona. She looked me up and down as her eyes widened. ‘Girl you look like you just defeated the huns.’ ‘Oh well, but excuse you? Do I look like I’m a Chinese girl named Mulan who pretends to be boy to fight in an army?!’ I rolled my eyes at her comment. ‘You always talk about the Asian stuff, what’s the matter now?’ she managed to blabber out. I sighed. ‘Anime, it’s called anime, and it’s freaking Japanese you uneducated goose.’ ‘Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.’ She ignored me and looked out of the window. It may sort of seem we hate each other, but come on I haven’t slept. We actually know each other from grade school. Now it’s high school time yay! More like nay. Anyways she’s not the only friend I managed to make during the time I went to Marine High (side note: I’m not in the navy…). My other friends are Kate and Mikayla. We were basically stuck with each other since the first day because, to be honest I don’t even know but somehow we share similar interests. I’m probably the weirdest one of the entire bunch. I like Japan, and Japanese stuff like anime, manga, culture, uh and guys. Then I also like books, TV shows, movies, yeah I’m a fandom person. Oh and I might quite possibly have the craziest music taste of all time, I mean I love all the genres. It’s insane. You can give me anything to listen to and I will like it, unless we’re talking JB and one direction then I might spray you with lemon water, scream no bad music taste, and throw Blink-182 CDs at you. That’s more pop punk.
I watched the road and the surroundings as the bus arrived to school. As soon as Simona and I got out we ran inside to greet with Kate and Mikayla when we found them we did our secret handshake. It won’t be secret anymore now that I tell you so yeah appreciate that. It goes like this:
- Bro fist
- Do the shark
- Snap your fingers in Z formation
- Booty bump
- Turn face to face and make a funny grin
- Jazz hands
- Chest bump
- Scream in pain because you’re actually a girl and you hit your breasts
Well now you know it. Congratulations on that buddy.
We took the notebooks and other things out of our lockers and went to class. I was very excited for the part of the class where we would tell about our summer and the same thing again and again on every lesson. And they say teachers are creative. I doubt that. I had nothing to say because my summer consisted of food, computers, and sleep. Repeat until it becomes a routine. It did and that why I didn’t sleep, I look like a potato eating whale, and the circles under my eyes are as deep and dark as Mariana’s Trench. I honestly hoped there would be some new people in my classes this year but I couldn’t have possibly expected this.
Fall Out Girl