A/N: This is a quickie; I'm writing it based on a day in MY regular school life. Some of these events may or may not have happened today, but all of this has happened at some point. I'll continue this if I'm asked to, but otherwise, I'm not continuing it if I don't have any reason.
My Ordinary Life.
Band hall, 1st period, after being dropped off by my dad.
I go up to my friend, Sango, and lazily drag my hand across her hair, like I do every morning.
She looks up, smiles and waves; I go up and drop my things in my spot, normal routine, everyday things.
After talking to another friend, I go to bend down and get something, only to feel something poking me from my pocket.
"What is poking me in my….."
I pulled out the offensive object, only to discover my father's debit card still in my pocket from when he sent me in to buy our breakfast from the gas station down the street.
"Oh shit."
Of course, since I really shouldn't have told anyone, I told about…let's see….5 people or so?
I don't know. Thinking about my options, I pulled my phone out from my lunchbox, an IPhone.
Oh how nice, in its black and yellow otterbox.
The bell had rang, and I checked the time. About two minutes or three minutes left.
Nice. I can handle this.
No I can't.
I go outside the band hall, saying none too nice of words, and turn my phone off airplane mode.
Work, you god damned phone. WORK, DAMN IT!
Eventually it starts working, I start typing the text, teacher starts walking up to the band hall, I swing around to the side of the hall and finish the text.
Send, damn it. Send send send send send!
Fuck!
Check if the teacher is gone. Good, she's gone inside.
I wait for the text to read as delivered.
Takes too long.
Way too long.
Eventually it sends, I start going into the hall.
Finger gets caught in the door.
Fuck, that shit hurts.
I clamor inside the hall and as soon as I make it to my chair and start organizing the music, the tardy bell rings.
Got in at the right time. Fuck yes.
Class went on as normal.
April 11, 2012.
