Real Life #1
My alarm went off. Groaning I reached out to press the sleep button, but then I remembered what day it was. My first day of High school. I scrambled out of bed. I did not want to be late. My feet bumped into my desk as I stumbled through the semi-darkness of my room towards my dump chair. My dump chair is where I dump everything, and I mean everything. From school uniform to orange peel to random bits of paper. I sifted through it all to find where I had dumped my new school uniform a few days earlier. I pulled out a crisp white shirt, neatly folded from when the woman in the shop had folded it. Then I pulled out a skirt, it was really annoying cause for the girls school uniform you have to wear a skirt. Then I delved even deeper, you have to wear a tie as well, I hadn't been sure how to tie the tie, but thankfully my mum had known, but I still hadn't learnt so I would have to ask her to do it for me when she woke up. I really needed to learn if I was going to be wearing one for… probably the rest of life. My time at school. My time in a job, if a got a job with a tie in it.
My wardrobe door creaked as I opened it, it need butter on the hinges or something like that. I shoved my clothes aside to look for the blazer I had placed on the hangar.
My bedroom door creaked (what is it with all the door things in my house creaking?) as I opened it and jumped the gap that is across from my room to the landing (going toward the bathroom), cause the stairs sort a split as you go upstairs on to the right and one like vertically upwards, no I'm joking it goes to the left but where the fun in saying to left straightforwardly? Hehehe, straightforwardly do you get it? My room is on the left, it's built on top of an extension, added on in the late 563 BC.
"Come on, I'm gonna be late. Quickly, quickly. I can't be late." I tried to hurry my mum, try being the operative word. My mum is sort of chubby. Very chubby. Hehehe chubby, it's a cool word.
Finally we were on the road heading towards Parmiters. I sat in the front seat, my yellow schoolbag sitting awkwardly between my knees. I had packed it last night. I had a packed lunch, pencil case, and other stuff I thought I might need on my first day. They had given me a check list but I had added a few things like mu mums best kitchen knife. I'm joking. There was a humungous queue in the traffic lights but we got there just on time because I had made us set of so early.
"Goodbye Ella have a nice day,"
"I will mum, see you,"
The familiar sound of our Volvo making its noise as my mum set off, going towards our house.
I wondered around the big patch of concrete, otherwise known as a playground. There should be some greenery or something I thought. I mean seriously it's just a big patch of boring grey. I was on my own, trying to look like I wasn't. I think I was failing. I don't know. I don't know anyone here. This is a crappy first day. Well it had been okayish. We had had French and English so far. They weren't really lessons though, just stuff like getting new books, learning the teachers name and learning everyone else's, and you own, but we did learn how to say hello in French. Bonjour!
I walked around a bit, looking at the other people, the first three days all the year 7s where here was only the year 7s not any of the other years. So we got used to the school, cause we were scared little defenceless innocent (I've run out of adjectives) year 7s.
"Hello,"
I turned around to see a boy my age (what other age would he be?) with curly light brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hi," I said.
"My name is Kieran, what's yours?"
He looked…I don't know, not stupid, I'm not trying to be mean here, there had been people who looked clever but I don't know. Humans judge people. No matter how you say 'don't judge a book by its cover' it's what humans do. Now I'm making excuses for myself. I don't have to be the same. Stand out from the crown Ella.
"My names Ella," I smiled as I said it.
Was he sniffing me?
Awkward silence.
"So, what lessons did you have so far?" He asked drawing out the o. Yep. I think he was.
"Uhh, I had French and English, what did you have?
"I had Geography and P.E but I couldn't do P.E because I have this thing with my leg."
"Oh, how'd it happen?
"I was born with it,"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I don't know why I was saying it bit that's just what you day, I don't know why. It's an unwritten law.
It was lunch time and I didn't know where Kieran had disappeared to. We had agreed to meet by the bench by the library. I started looking on my sandwiches. I had made them so they were chocolate spread; my mum never made me sandwiches with chocolate spread she said there was too much sugar in it, I would go hyper.
I found them in the end. They were all smushed and thin up from being in my bag under all my stuff.
"Ewwww,"
"What's so 'ewwww'?"
I looked up. Kieran. I showed him my sandwiches.
"Where were you?" I asked, taking a bite of my super thin sandwiches.
"Ohh, I had to go to see En-Matron. Matron. For umm, my leg."
"Enmatron? Is it okay now by the way?"
"I was thinking of… of encyclopaedias. Yeah. Yeah, my legs fine now I just had to check it because it was hurting,"
"Encyclopaedias?"
"Yeah, like, like how big they are,"
It was sorta obvious he was lying but ehh, who cares? I started on my chocolate bar. Okay I had a really unhealthy lunch but I ate three oranges yesterday so it makes up, and orange chocolate tastes nice.
"Do you have food?" I asked as Kieran had just been standing the whole time, not eating.
"Yeah, but I ate it all," He said looking embarrassed.
I laughed, nicely, not meanly,
"Do you want some of mine? Are you hungry?"
"Nahh, I'm good,"
"So did you have a good first day at school? My mum asked.
"Yeah it was okay; I made a friend, Kieran,"
My mum opened her mouth to probably ask if he was my boyfriend. I swear, I can't be seen with a boy, if I am she automatically assumes he's my boyfriend. It's so annoying. Yeah, she opened her mouth and was interrupted by her phone going off. Hahaha, thank you phone.
"Hello?"
I started to loose interest as we sped down the road back home. Staring out the window I watched as grey and green and blue and various other colours rushed past the window.
"Hello? Sorry, who? Oh, this isn't about…is it? No. Yes, she is."
My mum shouldn't talk and drive, it's not good you know, it's like drink driving.
"It's too soon, can't I wait, maybe a year?"
Hmmm. I think my mum needs to start paying her debts.
"A few months at least, your there, and so is he, between the both of you, you should be able too, please? Look I'll call you back, I'm driving."
"Who was that?"
"No one,"
Fine. You know it had to be someone, what did you just talk to yourself on the phone? Anyways be all secretive and stuff. I don't care. It was probably some bank dude, or dudette.
We got home safely; there was no crashing involved even though my mum seriously endangered our lives by talking on the phone. I got in using my own key cause my mum took forever locking the car and then walking towards the door.
My bag thunked onto the small sofa as I headed to the right to the big sofa. I leaned over to grab the remote. I typed in 714 on the buttons, Nickelodeon, iCarly.
"Ella, we need to talk," My mum interrupted my viewing of iCarly.
"Uhh," I said still immersed in the TV.
"Ella, I need to talk to you,"
Oh god, my mum was gonna give me the sex talk.
