Eyes sliding wearily open, Gregor moaned as his alarm clock blared into his ear. Rolling around a few times, he attempted to fall back asleep, but found it increasingly difficult as his alarm clock continued to beep.
Reaching over, he dropped his hand on top of the clock, attempting to shut it up. Unfortunately, he missed the snooze button. Trying again, he was jolted awake as he hit the volume button, turning it all of the way up.
Scrambling as fast as he could, he turned the clock off and set the volume back to normal.
Uhh... Can't a guy get some sleep? This is every morning. Every freaking morning.
Sliding out of bed, he hastily tossed on some clothing, tied his shoes, and grabbed his backpack. Walking out of his room and downstairs into the kitchen, he grabbed a piece of bread and popped it into the toaster. Sitting down, he took out his math homework and blew right through it, completely unaware that almost every answer was wrong.
Grabbing his piece of toast as it popped out of the toaster, he ran out of the house to his bus stop. It was still dark out, making it difficult to see. As a result, he felt his foot slip on some ice and he fell straight back onto his rear end.
Standing back up, he rubbed his rear end, which now ached.
God, ice? Still? It's almost freakin' April, world! Get your crap together!
For the first time that morning, Gregor noticed that he could see his breath. With a heavy sigh of exasperation, he continued onward towards his bus stop. Reaching it, he leaned back against a large tree. Evidently, as he leaned back, finally finding a somewhat comfortable position, the bus's lights came into view, and he was forced to leave his tree.
Climbing onto the bus, he was thankful that the driver did not have the heat blasting as she usually did. While he liked heat, just like any other human, he preferred a slightly chilly temperature.
Looking over at him, the bus driver spoke, "Good morning".
He walked past her, and only grumbled in response.
How can she be so awake every morning? It's still freaking 6 in the morning. Why can't I be a morning person?
Settling down into a seat near the back of the bus, he winced in pain as he was pleasantly reminded of his little slip earlier that morning. Sighing in frustration, he took his earbuds out of his pocket and popped them into his ears.
On such mornings, where the world itself seemed to be working against him, he found consolation in music. His emotions were heavily influenced by it, and it rarely failed to cheer him up, or cool him down if need be.
While listening to the music, he felt himself drift away. He attempted to fight the sensation off, but it was too strong, and he felt himself fall into a deep sleep.
What seemed like moments, but very well could have been hours, later, he was jolted awake by a sharp thump as his bus hit that horrible, unavoidable pothole just outside of the school.
He depended on this pothole each and every day to wake him back up while on the bus. Luckily, it was impossible to avoid it, so it never failed to awaken him.
I swear, they keep that there on purpose just to wake up anybody who might be sleeping. If this were a normal road, they would have had it fixed ages ago.
Climbing off of the bus, he continued on his way through his daily routine. Going to his locker, grabbing his books, and heading off to his first class.
Of course, his day only continued to get worse. Like when he first took his binder out of his locker only to find that the spine had ripped and it had split into two pieces. In addition to this, he noticed that several of the sheets had fallen out. Reaching back into his locker to grab them, somebody had bumped into his locker, slamming it shut on his fingers.
He resisted the urge to cry out in pain. When he turned to see who did it, they were lost among the sea of students. And to his pleasant surprise, the very papers he needed had gotten caught in the locker door, jamming it. As a result, he was almost late for class by the time he got it out.
Fed up with and pissed of at his day so far, he walked to his next class. However, by his luck, he was stopped by another kid partway.
Crap. I forgot to take the other hallway. This kid... Why is he always looking to make trouble with me? ... Probably because he knows that I'm smarter than he is. I doubt he can stand being inferior to anybody in any way... You'd have thought a guy like this would get used to it by now.
"What do you want, Gorger?" Gregor asked, pissed off enough already.
"You know what I want, faggot." He responded, unpleased by Gregor's attitude.
Gregor was in too bad of a mood to care anymore. "Oh, right. The homework you wanted me to do for you. Here, let me get that for you," He said, digging through his backpack.
Pulling out a ziplock bag full of shredded paper, he tossed it to Gorger. "There you go. Done and complete."
Clearly pissed off, Gorger threw the bag to the ground, and grabbed Gregor's shirt collar. "Give me yours, then." He growled through clenched teeth. Gregor could smell the alcohol on his breath all too well.
Gregor knew that he was going to regret it if he didn't hand his homework over. Regardless, his day has already been terrible. A little more never hurt, right?
And so, looking Gorger straight in the eyes, Gregor spit straight in his face.
Gorger let go of his collar to wipe the spit off of his face. Even so, he did not fail to catch Gregor in the jaw with a fist before letting go.
Stumbling backwards into the wall, Gregor stood up straight. Even if he got beat up, he was still worth more than this piece of trash. Whatever happened, he would still come out of this on top.
Gathering up his books, Gregor began to go to his next class. He had only gone several steps when he became aware of the witnesses. While class was about to begin, there were still dozens of students in the hallway, all looking at him. He knew what it meant.
Turning around, he was ready to met another fist. However, this expectation was shattered as a teacher rounded the corner, and shooed all of the students away to their classes.
He did not, however, fail to catch the glare that Gorger sent him.
You'll regret this, it said.
I'm sure I will, Gregor thought, but right now, I couldn't give two shits.