Bleep, Bleep, Bleep, Blee- thud!
"Ow! Crap!" I swore under my breath while picking myself up and disentangling myself from my blankets. Another morning, another day, it was always the same. Alarm goes off, I whack it, I fall off my bed and I curse a bit; just another start to another day.
I never would've thought this Friday would represent a drastic change in my otherwise dull life.
I picked out a pile of clothing, consisting of my grey Luigi shirt and black pinstriped drainpipes. I dragged myself to the washroom, took a quick shower, and went back to my room, fully clothed, but with my reddish brown hair sopping wet.
I blow-dried and straightened my hair and, after spending way too much time in my room being lazy, realized that I was probably going to be late again, and went rushing downstairs.
"Haha! Sicely, you're gonna be late!!" My 15 year old brother, Andre, yelled at me from his bedroom.
"You suck! Not like you're ever on time," I yelled back at him. Actually, he was a pretty cool kid and we got along fine. Andre was the typical skater kid, with the shaggy brown hair, skateboard by his side and fingerless gloves on his hands at all times.
I dashed into the kitchen to see my mom in her PJs and a bathrobe, sipping on a mug of coffee. I sped past, said 'Hi mom' grabbed some toast and yelled 'Bye Mom!' before running out the door.
As you can hopefully tell, I am most definitely not a morning person. As you probably can't tell, I live in la France, but yes I do speak English fluently. Now for a bit of background information: My name is Sicely Felice Beauchamp, I'm turning seventeen on October 13th, my school sucks, I live in Paris, in my mom's eyes I'm totally unnecessary (Yay…), and yes, I do have a French accent.
I ran the entire way from my house to my hellhole of a high school, down the sidewalk, and made it to class just after the bell went. I cursed and continued to trudge down the hall towards Biology, to see my entire class already there. I mentally slapped myself for not running down the hall too. Oh well, not much I could do now.
"Nice of you to join us Ms. Beauchamp," my stupid biology teacher said, annoyingly stressing the 'Beau' in my name. I rolled my eyes and made a childish face while his back was turned, and went to my usual seat beside Nick; my best, and only friend in all of France.
He's my only friend because at my high school, if you're different, you're shunned. It's depressing, I know, but that's the way it works. And Nick and I, we were definitely different. I had brownish red hair, with a fringe over my left eye, and had been dubbed a complete loser at my school. I thank Jacob, the most popular, self centered guy I've ever met, for that. The popular kids say it's because I'm bitchy, but I say it's because they are. I also have two piercings on one ear and three on the other, and I'm hoping to get a lip ring and tattoo once I turn eighteen.
Now Nick, he's one weird kid. He's got spiky brown hair with blonde highlights, plugs, and has the nickname 'Loser Kid' which I feel a bit sorry for him about. He doesn't seem to mind that much though. We met in kindergarten, and our first encounter went something like this:
"Could I have a cookie?" I asked, batting my eyelashes adorably at the boy beside me.
"Umm..." he considered for a moment, "no."
"Thank you!" I exclaimed, while reaching over, grabbing a cookie, and stuffing it in my mouth. I grinned hugely at him, crumbs falling from my mouth.
"Hey! That was mine," he yelled, extremely upset, then pouted. He looked at me for half a second then whacked me hard in the face with his lunch-box.
"Ow," I sent him the most intimidating glare my five-year-old self could.
From then on, we were inseparable. And thank god for that, if it wasn't for him I would have either gone insane or well… yeah gone insane. So I thank Nick for my partial sanity.