It's a warm morning, and I'm already sweating and my mouth feels clammy. These are the consequences of over-sleeping. Wait. Over-sleeping? Ugh, I'm going to be late again. I roll onto my stomach and fumble in the sheets for my phone, to find that it is 7:55, really late. Obviously Sean isn't up because if he was he would already be shouting at me like a drill sergeant. Shuffling out of bed I throw on my pants while hopping to the door. If Sean wasn't awake before, he should be awake now, the floorboards are hammering beneath my giant sized feet. Why did my feet have to be so big? Makes me look like some kind of clown, it's bad enough that I'm the laughing stock of England; I also look like a joke. My shoes are half on half, with the heels of my feet levering on the back of my (far too worn out) Vans. I slam the door behind me, which will most likely mean I'm in for a tedious argument when I get back. I pick my skateboard from the side of the gate and set off on a run.
I enter the school grounds just as the bell chimes, which means I have either 5 minutes to get to room 115 or I'm already late. I hope to Pittacus I'm not because if I am I will have to stay back after school, which means I will miss an hour of training, and I'm already behind. The doors slide open and I tread softly through the atrium in the hopes that a teacher won't see me and scold me for being late. Just when I think I've been caught, I turn to see a year 10 girl who's been pestering me for weeks. "You scared the hell out of me" I say in a single breath of relief "why are you always following me, every time I turn my back you're there". She stares blankly at me and tilts her head "who says you aren't just following me, but you always just end up in front of me?" this thought slips through my mind so effortlessly I have to shake my head, not only to rid this stupidity from my brain but to also show my disinterest in this conversation. I turn on my heel and walk away, and as I do I hear light footsteps and a squeal that just manages to say "hey, wait!" I don't look to check, but I feel her presence, so I continue to look forward to establish some form of superiority. "Why are you always late, it's not like you don't get up early, I see you running at like 6 O'clock!" I slow my pace and look at her. "You know when I run? See? Who's the stalker now?" This makes her stutter and stumble with her words. Is she embarrassed? Maybe she likes me, I wouldn't know why; all of the girls in my year think I'm weird, it's like I said, Clown feet. "No, it's just, urm, well you run by my house, and well..." I cut her off before she turns tomato red. "Well remind me to change my route then." I make this my last comment of wit and head in to my classroom. The bell chimes and I realise this could be my lucky day.
As I twiddle my thumbs in the last lesson, Geography, I let my mind wander to think about that girl. I think her name is Carrie, that's what I heard one of her friends say anyway. I wonder if she does like me, she does seem to know a lot about me, and I'm not awful looking, am I?... Well apart from my feet. She's quite pretty too, for someone younger than me at least. Maybe I should ask her out some time. Wait, what am I thinking, there are like social rules about this stuff, you can't go out with someone younger than you in school! Well that Aiden does, but he's a creep. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if we just-"James! Are you listening? What are the differences between a subductive-destructive plate margin and a collisional plate margin?" Mr Dennis is always trying to catch me out for not listening or not doing work, but since this is my lucky day, I already know the answer. "Well, sir" I say, in the most snide way possible "a subductive plate margin creates ocean trenches or something like that." Mr. Dennis narrows his eyes on me, which just provokes me to be cockier, so I cross my arms and lean back in my chair, just as I feel his anger rising the bell goes, so I pick up my bag and and wink on my way out of the classroom. If only every day was like this.
Carrie asked me to walk home with her today, she lives quite far away from me but I didn't mind, so I said yes. I also asked her if she wanted to hang out with me on Saturday night, so we decided to go to the cinema, I bet she'll pick a soppy romance film, all girls are like that. When I did get home, I called to see if Sean was in. He wasn't, luckily (well suited too since it's my lucky day). Heather was though, she's not too bad, but sometimes it's sad to see her with Sean. You see, Sean decided to make our life here as inconspicuous as possible, so he decided it was time to get a girlfriend so we would look like a Real family. Obviously this is far from the truth because Sean isn't even my real dad, never mind Heather pretending to be my real mum. She's okay though, she doesn't tend to bother with me, so I get into my room and research whatever I can find on the Garde. I know we're not in real danger, because the Mogadorians don't even know we exist, so they won't find us on earth. But it would still be good to make sure the rest of the Garde haven't hung themselves or accidentally decapitated themselves. Sean said I'd know if that happened, he also said he didn't know how I would, but when the time came, I would know.