Week days are hell for me. Weirdly enough, I think it's the part about waking up in the morning to go to a place full of horny judgemental teenagers, and depressed bitter teachers…if you didn't notice sarcasm there, I don't know what you're going to do with yourself.
Despite the tragedy of having to go to school, I don't really mind mornings. There's just this thing about having the warm sun shine on your skin, that makes me want to wake up. However in reality…this is England, the sun's not going to shine every day. Fortunately, it's spring and it's one of those year's when it's brighter and warmer than usual, even for spring.
On a daily basis I wake up earlier than the rest of my house mates, usually around 5:30. It's a lot earlier than the average teenager but that's another thing I can't control. When the sun rises, I rise.
I slide out of bed, looking briefly at my roommate Joy…probably the only person that is remotely nice to me in this building. She doesn't talk to me though, not anymore, not even when we're alone and she thinks I'm not in a bad mood. As I enter the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror, and I frown. I looked a Mess. My red hair was more than just frizzy and was beginning to resemble a bush. Then there was my pale face and chapped lips. To sum up my appearance into one sentence, I looked like Chucky's wife.
I dismiss my thoughts on my appearance and brushed my teeth .Then I slid my gloves off to get into the shower. My gloves…the black leather bundles of joy that chose the fate of anything within my reach.
As ridiculous as it sounds, I sometimes worry about taking my gloves off at all; I mean it keeps me from burning everything I touch. I rarely take them off. I sigh and get out of the shower anxiously, the first thing I do is dry my hands and put my gloves back on. It's funny how fear can easily rule someone's life. I quickly get out of the bathroom and go to my room to change. By now the sun had risen a bit more, enabling me to feel stronger, at least strong enough to last an hour.
At this point in the morning I usually go downstairs where Trudy would be waiting to give me breakfast. Being the first one to wake up I get a large variety of food, which makes me happy, who doesn't like food?
"Early again dearie?" Trudy asked. I could hear the sense of concern in her voice. Trudy didn't like the fact that I woke up so early, she was convinced it was because I was too scared to face my house mates. Or that I had insomnia...I can imagine both of those options are likely in her eyes.
"As usual, any pancakes today?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Of course" She smiled handing me a plate of pancakes. I eagerly dug in, not leaving a crumb behind when I was finished.
"Oh Patricia, I do wish you would mingle with the others" She said sincerely. I held back a sigh as I put the plate by the sink, I knew she would eventually being this up.
"No one says 'mingle' anymore Trudy" I teased trying to lighten the mood. She smiled at my attempt.
"I know but…I do wish you would, they'll like you, why wouldn't they?" She said.
"Thanks Trudy but I don't mind honestly" And I didn't, there was no need to, keeping my distance meant that no trouble would be caused.
"I know" She sighed putting her hand under my chin and rubbing her thumb across my cheek. "See you later" she said taking away her hand.
"Bye Trudy" I said picking up my bag and walking out of the door. As I left Anubis house I felt a huge weight being lifted. As much as I love Trudy and her motherly ways, the house made me feel quite uncomfortable, like I'm always being watched. I wouldn't be surprised if I was, everyone's constantly waiting for me to make a mistake. Especially after the incident.
As I left the house I went on a path that I found a couple of years ago, it seemed well hidden and since I've never seen anyone else walking on it, I assume only I know of it. As I walked down the path I took in the scenery, I'm not really an emotional person but looking at the wildlife and nature around does make me feel somewhat peaceful. I came to my destination, it was a small area filled with greenery and in the centre was a pond. I laid down on the grass, soaking in the sun's rays feeling it radiate against my skin. I felt the energy travel from my head, to my hands and then to my feet. It's times like this when I really do appreciate the sun. no matter how unstable it may make me feel sometimes.
I took out my sketch book from my bag, looking at the black hard cover that had a "P" drawn in purple. Trudy gave it to me for my last birthday, even though I told her I didn't want anything, I prefer not to celebrate my birthday. I looked at what I was last drawing and continued, making sure I get every detail of the tree, the leaves the roots etc. I do this almost every morning since I have time to spare.
I spent an immeasurable amount of time drawing until I looked at the time. I groaned seeing it was time for me to go. As I approached school the discomfort returned, I put some of my books in my locker and walked to my first class.
By the time fourth period came, I was bored out of my mind and becoming more irritable by the second. I stared at my gloves as I drummed my fingers on the table and looking around the classroom in an uninterested manner. I looked at the clock behind me and sighed, why can't it be lunch yet. Turning back around and continuously tapped my pen on the table, which apparently interrupted Mr Sweet's lecture. Not that I cared…he needed to stop sometime!
"No thank you Miss Williamson" Mr Sweet. I stopped, only to start tapping my pen on the table a minute later.
"Patricia put the pen on your desk" He ordered impatiently.
"Like this?" I asked innocently before slamming the pen on the desk. The sound echoed through the room, no one dared to make a sound. Mr Sweet grimaced at that.
"Yes Quite, Miss Williamson I would like to speak to you after class" he declared. It was my turn to grimace. Why must teachers always make a fuss, just get on with your life will you? After ten more minutes of misery the bell finally rung.
"Read pages 23 and 24 for homework please, class dismissed" He announced. I stood up trying my best to escape but Mr Sweet, refused to let me go.
"Not you Miss Williamson" I sighed, rolling my eyes as I approached his desk.
"Mr Sweet I really don't think this is necessary-"
"No Miss Williamson, no more excuses. I have been receiving many complaints about your behaviour" he said sternly. Of course he has...
"But I haven't done anything!" I argued, only to have him ignore me.
"Well, I am afraid that if I hear another complaint I will have to expel you, is that understood?"
"But Mr Sweet-"I protested
"I said is that understood!" He repeated raising his voice, his face turning red.
"Fine" I groaned
"Good, now hurry along, you're late for your next class" he said shooing me away.
"Lunch actually" I mumbled walking out of the room. Usually for lunch I would go back to the house and eat there, but today I decided I would just buy a sandwich from the canteen, it sounds avec lot easier. Walking into the canteen was effort enough, everyone was budging past me, in a rush to get to god knows where. Others simply sat down with their friends and talked about their lives. I spotted someone in my house but I didn't say anything, of course.
Once I had bought my sandwich, I put it in my bag and went to my special place. I sat down on the grass and cautiously took off my gloves. Exposing my deadly hands. For some reason I felt safe taking off my gloves here, maybe it's because there's water nearby. I collected some twigs and I held my hands out towards it. I tried to focus my energy just so I could try and light a fire. The problem is with my power is that I didn't know how to control it.
Sometimes I come out here just to try, but it never works. Ironically enough. I stared at the twigs that were still dry, not burning, and my teeth clenched in frustration.
"Come on Patricia, just light it" I whispered to myself, closing my eyes. Nothing. I threw my hands down in frustration.
"Why is it that you work when I don't want you to!" I said to myself. I sighed and tried again and to my surprise it worked. I looked at the twigs burning. I felt myself almost smile, but then I stopped, I shouldn't get my hopes up.
"Now try and control it, don't let it get out of hand Patricia" I said to myself but then I noticed the fire spreading. I groaned and stamped on it, making the fire go out. I grumpily removed my phone from my pocket and looked at the time: 1:30, which meant it was the end of lunch.
Since I hadn't yet had my lunch, I decided I would eat it now. I Only had English with Miss Brownie, she was a massive push over. Bearing this in mind I took the sandwich out of my bag and unwrapped it. Only to be revealed with the most vile thing on this planet.
"Tuna" I wrinkled my nose in disgust. How did I not notice it was Tuna? Now I'm going to starve! I sighed and put it back into my bag. In the process of doing that I noticed an object wrapped in cling film, with a post-it note stuck on it.
I had a feeling you might need this
Trudy x
I read it with a smile on my face, she always does the right thing at the right time. I unwrapped the sandwich and bit into it. Chicken ceaser salad, my favourite. I went back to school for the last lesson which also dragged, so as soon as the bell rung I just packed up my things and raced out of the room.
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