I sling my backpack down on the ground, pretty much all of my strength had been drained during math class. Ugh, I just want to crawl in bed and hibernate. That or just play my Pokemon games. I'd much rather don THAT for 7 to 8 hours every day. After all, they ARE educational; You learn different techniques for battling, type matchups, and it can really melt away some stress.
I pull the sleeve of my black off-shoulder shirt up to show writing on my arm in blue pen. I have to do that to keep from forgetting all my homework. Mom hates it when I do it, saying I could poison myself, but it helps me remember my homework, something mom constantly gets onto me about, so screw it.
I read the writing on my arm to myself: Pythagorean theorem packet, Acids and bases worksheet, Chapter 9 social studies review packet...I pull my sleeve down, pick up my backpack, and head to my room.
As soon as I'm in, I shut and lock the door behind me. I look through my backpack making sure I have all my textbooks, but as I do so, my mind begins trailing off. My friend Nick had given me a new Pokemon game in exchange for Pokemon Black, and I was really eager to play-
"Shit!" I yell. I had forgotten my social studies textbook in my locker, and I needed it to finish my social studies homework. I'm so screwed. I quickly look through my backpack again, hoping to god I didn't forget my other textbooks-
"Grrrr, goddammit!" Sure enough, I'd put them all in my locker. Go figure.
Now how was I supposed to do my homework? I can't touch my iPad since Dustin, my step dad, just HAD to lock me out and make me have to ask him whenever i needed it, and he won't even let me TOUCH the computer! Of course, I forgot all my notes in my locker as well, and my folder and binder only have all my homework from forever ago.
I fling myself on my bed, looking down at my red electric guitar, begging me to play it. I look over at my collection of Pokemon cards that I've spend a pretty good amount of time on it. I reach into my pocket and pull out my new Pokemon game. The words 'Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity' looked back at me. One problem, though: it's a 3DS game, and my 3DS is at dads.
Shit.
Grrrr. I take my headphones and iPod and start to listen to my music: Metallica, 10 Years, Seether, and mostly Godsmack started playing.
While singing along to 'Paralyzer' by Finger Eleven, I start looking through my Pokemon card collection. Holographic Dialga and Palkia, Kyurem EX, Team Plasma Deoxys, Team Plasma Colress Supporter (why the hell is he a SUPPORTER?!) Team Plasma Absol, and especially Reshiram EX are the ones I'm most proud of. I'm waiting more legendary holographic or EX cards, but I swear if I get a card with N I'm going to flat out fangirl and faint right there.
He's probably my favorite character out of all of them. I mean, he'd be a pretty awesome friend, if you ask me, not to mention probably the slightest bit cute-ahem, please excuse my fangirling.
Out of nowhere, my kitten Rusty jumps on my lap. I smile, but keep looking through my cards. Rusty, who isn't even a year old yet and always wanting attention from me, ducks his head underneath my cards I was holding and put his front paws on my chest, nudging my nose with his nose.
I can't help but pet him then. He immediately starts purring and sits down on my stomach. Great, now I can't get up.
Oh well. I don't have anything better to do, so I just keep looking through my cards.
About 10 songs later and about a dozen rotations of my card deck, I start to feel tired. I look down to my stomach to see my little tortoiseshell kitten fast asleep and curled up into a little tiny ball. Aww, I'd feel so bad trying to move him, so I just lay there, getting sleepier and sleepier by the second.
My cards are now beside me and my music replaying itself as I'm overtaken by exhaustion and drift into sleep, not knowing I was about to enter the weirdest dream of my life.