Chapter 2
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Stupid Bloody Tuesday
August 16th, 2012 Cork, Ireland
Jade's Point of View
So, today was Tuesday... stupid bloody Tuesday. I was actually starting to believe this because every Tuesday for the past month has been complete and utter shit. I was guessing today would be another one of those days, seeing as today was Tuesday. I mean every other day isn't that great either but the worst things seem to happen on Tuesday. Maybe I'm just crazy, I'm not really sure but there is something definately wrong with Tuesday. Well, enough about Tuesday, I am boring myself with all this fucking rambling on about it. I woke up with a strong beam of sunshine casting down on my face, I looked over at my clock it was 7:30 AM; time to get up. I slowly slipped out of bed and went to go get dressed. I put on a maroon coloured skirt with a lacey blouse, a dark grey cardigan and a pair of brown winklepicker shoes. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and put a dark green cloth flower with a pearl in the middle in my hair and a bit of mascara and eyeliner on. I skipped to the kitchen and made myself a toaster strudel and devoured it quick. I was beginning to think 'oh! maybe today won't be such a bad day after all.' That was very short lived as I tripped over the edge of the rug and hit my head on the coffee table, in the end landing on my face. Smooth.
"Stupid bloody Tuesday." I muttered into the floor. I pulled myself back together and walked towards the door where my art things were waiting. I picked them up and headed out the door, I was about to be late for work. What am I? I am an art instuctor at the Junior High School, it wasn't such a bad job, I mean it could be worse but I reckon I am doing well for a 23 year old. It wasn't even really real school, it was sort of a summer thing for kids who like art. It really itsn't that bad. Jumping into my 1961 Volkswagen I sped off.
I walked into the classroom where a bunch of 13 year olds were waiting for me. Sounds of whispering from all corners of the room flooded my ears.
"Why is she dressed like that?" I heard one say. "She's pretty weird, right?" Said another. "Me mum doesn't like her she told me to stay away from people like her." I finished unpacking my things and went to stand at the front of my class. I examined the room and noticed a girl wearing a Beatles shirt with a pair of neon green sweatpants, completely wrecking the whole look. I pointed to her.
"Yoo like them Beatles, eh? Do you 'ave a favourite?" I asked. She smiled at me politely, her wild eyeliner scaring the fuck out of me.
"Yes, they copied One Direction though but I still like Greg!" She said pointing to John on her shirt. God, what a loony!
"That's John, love." I corrected, trying not to throw a hissy fit as she had just used an incorrecct name towards my favourite Beatle and said that they had copied One Direction, I mean the Beatles have just had their 50th annivarsary! How could've they possibley copied? It's official, I can't like The Beatles anymore. Oh, depression hurts.
"No, it's Greg, get yer facts straight! Hipters." She smirked and the class laughed. You know what? You want to know what I think? Fuck her. I ignored the whole situation and began expaining my lesson, today we would be drawing flowers. I showed them the colourful roses against the black and white background I had done.
"You do not have to do roses, you may choose whatever you like. It is due the last day of class, August 25th." I instructed the pimply, snot faced children. Okay, they weren't pimply and snot faced, it's just a nice way of describing them. Yes, a nice way. Shuffling away from the front of the classroom, I go to sit in the teachers desk while they work. I flip through the magazine that is lying in front of me. Nothing interests me though, just stuff about the latest technologies and all that jazz, definately not up my alley. The 2 hours is now over and I am free, free as a bird. Well, not really I am still trapped in this shit world with people who wear bright neon coloured sweatsuits and listen to 'dubstep'. God, I swear, I do not belong here, there and everywhere. Haha, get it? Damn I am good at using these Beatle things, but is must come to a stop. I can't like them anymore, remeber? I hoped back into my car and drove out of the parking lot. I stopped at the red light but some fucking retard came flying behind me and SMASH! Everything went black.
I felt like I was spinning faster and faster and splat, I stopped and fell back down. I opened my eyes to find myself in a house, that wasn't my house. I scanned the room and I nearly passed back out at what I had saw... a calendar that read 1962. 1962? It can't be! Must be some type of sick joke. I walked out of the room, this was no sick joke. I was in 1962.
Hey! So how was the second chappie? Please review! :) This isn't boring you is it? Jesus Christ, it is isn't it?
-Lorbern
