Woke up in a hurry like I was late for an appointment with dad, my round shirt soaked with sweat. Nightmares was something I had gotten used to but this was a little different; a different nightmare and I was awake the next morning with the sun up and lot of noisy from the passer by. Normally I would I have woke up right in the middle of the night, looking like a lost child.
Few minutes of staring at the walls of my room, trying to remember my nightmare and why it was different this time and why it took the whole night for me to drown in this nightmare.
For me to have woken up the very next morning, I was sure I pretty much enjoyed my nightmares this time, would not have knew I had a nightmare if not of the lost looks I had on and the fact that I was sweating under my room fan which had been working all night and it was not going at a slow pace either, it was also one of the best fans in the house.
Few minutes of been lost in my own thoughts, the alarm clock which used to be by the side of by sounded and the noise was faint this time, it had always annoyed me especially on Monday mornings.
The sound was coming from under my bed, how it must have gotten there was no mystery other than I must have got really angry yesterday and when it sounded I threw it under the bed or it must have vibrated off the table, fell on the floor still kept sounding and vibrating till it got under the bed. Because judging from the sun, it look like it was noon and I must have slept for more hours than usual for the first time in the year.
Seconds after the alarm rang the second time, I got on my feet with my two hands in the air and I gave my back a really long stretch as it racked really loud and I felt the quick relief in my back bones.
It was a perfect day though and the best days to walk late to classes in school, MR. Palmer would have took over the first three period of our class taking the most boring subjects on the planet, History. I wondered every day, who in their right minds would put History as the first subject of the day. Well if they had made the last subject of the day it was super certain no one would had attended for sure except the nerds in our class.
"If you still want a roof to live under you need to start taking your studies seriously" she yelled as loud as she could be.
Was not shocked to hear that. I was kind of already use to it and was waiting for it sit I was awake. Aunty Mary was always a miss punctual student like she use to claim and since I lost my parents moved over to her house. She was not really family just some sort of hood family, the best though.
"Chill out Mary was up already" I yelled back as I grabbed my towel and raced into bathroom.
"See you later, I guess you got a night shit today right?" I said as I loaded my mouth with lot of pancake
"Yeah and you better don't stay out late" she said as passed me my bag pack
"Yeah, like you don't know I have got no friends" I said as I rolled my eye and collected my almost empty bag pack.
My situation was not any better instead it got really more worst than I could imagine but been a loner seemed to help my little demon, and every night and day I step into that little house I call home, I always get scared that there would be a time I would let out the little demon in me on the little innocent lady I was living with. Just this thoughts kept up all night as I stare at the walls of my room which I could see my dark shadows on it.
I did not change school just to ease the stress on Miss Mary, and thanks to the fact I was actually attending a public school before I lost both parents so I just ride on. Since I had no friends to talk too, no one to ask question about my parents or receive unnecessary sorry and depressing cards saying how sorry they were. Main reason I had loved been a loner.
Soon I was back to what had been my daily nightmare for years back in junior school but now I already found a way to sort, walking down the hall way filled with students and it was the best place to watch dramas between students and also the best place to get the current gist about the school and also gist about the lovely town.
Especially if one walked past the Elisa's group, they carried the latest and hottest gist about the school and a little about the town. Why would they know anything about the town when there was no fashion designer, a celebrity or a movie star or people like in our little town?
Elisa was the richest student in the school but I still don't understand why she carried all the new, both good, bad and silly. I could remember one time, some lady threw up in the hall way as she walked in and it happened to be her first day. At first they were all pitiful and were trying to help but immediately they saw Elisa pull out her phone and was videoing it, they all started laughing at the poor lady. The laughter got worst when the little guy who had ran to help, the little prince.
As he helped her pick up her books from the floor, she threw up again on him while he was still down on the floor trying to get her books. But taking it like a champ, he got up and still helped her out. The video went viral all around the school with different tags and captions, soon it died down since neither the lady nor the guy reacted but they both got a nickname that stick.
Walked into the school hall with my headset on, as loud as it could be and this was the only way I could walk through this dangerous zone with a straight mind. Not like I would not be the talk but at least for a while and anything they were saying I could not hear that would make me give a response or act the way they wanted me too.
History class was over and I was happy like hell I had missed it though there was punishments but this time I was sure I would not have tell a lie to the principle when he asked me why I was late, would simply just tell him what had happened
"Sir, I was enjoying my nightmares for the first time and I over slept" was sure it sounded all weird but my nickname was weird and I am sure we know where it came from and I was sure even the principle would have called me more worst names than weird if it was counted as a punishable offence by the law.
Walked into the front of our class room, it was normal to hear lot of noise coming from our class if there was no teacher, we just can't sit quiet and act like good kids. We were good kids like the principle would say to us when he was addressing us and we were not ready to pretend to be one either. We like our name go from the principle mouth down to the lectures who were taking us.
From the little glass which was on our door, I could see Peter sitting on my desk talking to the ladies who sat beside me, I knew he had crush on those ladies since I had walked into the classroom on my first day and the fact he was the first to talk to me and he kept coming to my sit not to greet me or talk to me at most times but to stare at the ladies. Not to lie they were pretty really beautiful.