I was pissed. Although I was only half conscious I was planning different ways to kill whoever it was that decided it was a good idea to wake me up. I was rapidly gaining complete consciousness and the more conscious I was the more pissed I got. I heard this completely loud and shrill sound blaring right at my ears, and I was counting to ten, giving whoever the hell it was a chance to let me get back to sleep. I am not a nice person in the morning especially when forcefully woken from sleep. I despise mornings with a passion, in fact I am a complete bitch in the morning, the earlier the bitchier. opening my eyes I glared at the ceiling before turning my glare to the sound that woke me up only to realize it was my alarm clock.
Completely frustrated and in a bad mood for being awake so early I was still glaring at my alarm clock wishing it was human, so I could kick its ass for waking me up. I was in a bad mood and it was only getting worse as I remember why that stupid alarm was active in the first place. After completely abandoning it during the summer, it was now time for it to be in full use again. It was Monday morning, the first day of my last year in school. I should feel some resemblance of happiness about the fact that it was my last year of high school but at this moment in time all I could think about was finding a way to go back in time, so I could shoot the person who invented school, while I'm at it I'll kill the person who invented math.
I'm gonna kill the one who invented math first, becuase without the person who invented school math most likely would'nt exist and that sick and twisted person needed to be tortured then die a slow painful death for the torture I have to endure because of it. Then I'll happily kill the person who invented school. I thought to myself.
I do this every morning. It should be a routine by now.
Sighing to myself I forced my way out of bed hurrying to get ready for school before I was late. I already know I'm gonna be late, I can't remember the last time I was early to school, but it pays to be optimistic.
Once I was ready I looked around my room to ensure I was not forgetting anything and my eyes landed on a picture of me and my boyfriend or should I say ex boyfriend now. He was in his signature black leather jacket his black hair completely messy on top of his head, his hands were wrapped around the waist of a girl that was in front of him with golden brown hair and hazel eyes. Around her neck was a gold locket necklace she was smiling so widely and looking up at him with complete love in her eyes. He was looking down at her with the same love shining in his eyes. The girl in the picture is me. Clutching the locket that is around my neck, I held it tightly as if it could bring him back or give me the strength to forget him. I have not taken it off since he gave it to me. Truthfully, sometimes I feel stupid, but I can't find the strength to take it off.
Shaking my head as if to get rid of the memories I rush out of my room and out of the house deciding to walk to school. Looking at the time on my phone I let out a sigh.
Yup I'm definitely gonna be late.