Waking up slowly to the incessant beeping of my alarm clock, I groan and stretch, not wanting to get out of my beautiful, warm bed. The covers weigh me down as I reach to turn the alarm off, slowly pushing myself into a sitting position. I glance at the clock to see how long I had been sleeping with the alarm on, taking a few moments to register what I was reading.
“Oh crud!” I yelp, jumping off of the bed and rushing around the room, hurriedly pulling on the closest clean clothes that I can find. I couldn’t believe I was late, again! Ugh. I had such a terrible habit of being late to school, especially on the first day of the year. Stepping in front of the mirror to fix my hair into my classic pigtails, I pause.
“I’ve been wearing these every day for years now… should I change it up?” I mutter, squinting my eyes and turning my head to look at the childish hairstyle. After a moment of consideration, I shrug, remembering my current time crunch. I could deal with that later. Quickly grabbing my backpack and rushing downstairs, I hug my mother and father before rushing out of the door. They don’t even try to talk or offer me anything to eat, so used to my perpetual lateness as they are at this point. I’m like the white rabbit.
When I eventually arrive at the school, winded and sweaty, Alya greets me with an enthusiastic smile. “Hey, you got here before the first bell!” She laughs, and I can’t help but join her.
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“Yeah, I guess this year isn’t going to be much different for me in terms of being in a perpetual rush.” I say, meeting her eyes with a defeated but humorous expression on my face. She claps a hand on my back, making me stumble forward.
“Hey, it’s not too late to change that!” She grins, turning toward the school entrance. “Let’s get inside.” I nod, following her. I have to say, I’m not entirely looking forward to this year. It’s my final year before graduation, and though I was excited to be so close to leaving the school, I was also disappointed. I hadn’t done anything worthwhile the entire time I had been here. Heck, I could never even get close to Adrien! All he’s done since coming to school in the 9th grade was spend time with Chloe and study. I shake my head, dismissing that train of thought and subsequently ramming into Alya.
“Alya..? Why’d you stop?” I ask, glancing in front of her. Oh. Oh crud, it’s them. Chloe and Adrien, sucking face. Gross. I immediately turn around and begin walking quickly in the other direction, only for Alya to grab the back of my shirt and yank me to her.
“Don’t let them bother you. They’re disgusting, doing that out in public.” She says, pulling me towards our class which just so happens to be behind the couple. “Hey, get a room!” She yells toward them, making Chloe break off and glare at her. Adrien looks ashamed, extracting himself from Chloe’s arms. I feel bad for him, I truly do. I don’t understand why he stays with her, and how he can even stand being around that nasty girl.
Brushing off Alya’s iron grip, I smile a little. “Thanks.” I say, focusing my attention on the classroom now in front of me. It’s time to move on. Let’s get started.