Our MC is just starting out in life, but thus far, is unimpressed. He's still in high school and having trouble finding himself in a world where everyone around him feels like they have it all together. This leaves him confused more often than not, at the interactions and motivations involving other people. Things will heat up bit by bit along the way. All characters mentioned are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction.
I yawned groggily, stretching my arms up and trying to untangle myself from the sheets. I felt great, and smiled to myself recalling last night's dream. Couldn't really remember it much, but I knew it was a repeat of last week's events. That was all I dreamt about since it happened, and with how rested I felt, I'm sure my dream self had a good time.
Wait, something seemed off, today seemed different. Almost like I was... too rested.
Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, my heart rate skyrocketed. 9:25!? Oh shit. Oh no. Shit. I scrambled my way out of bed to get ready for school. Figures. I finally start experiencing life and having real shit happen, just to wind up grounded again. Sneaking quietly down the stairs, I prayed that my dad had left for work already. He'd have a conniption fit if he saw me, that's for sure.
Luck must have been on my side though. There wasn't anyone downstairs when I got there, and the garage was empty. I quickly donned my Chucks and bolted out the door, hoping beyond hope not to pass by him as I ran my ass off through the park towards my school.
I made it just in time for third period, Matt laughing as he filed into English behind me. "Sleep well pumpkin?"
"Your Mama kept me up all night." I joked back.
"YO MAMA!" He yelled. Getting a laugh out of our fellow students as well as me.
I sat down in the back as usual, and then had to fight off the urge to gag as Brett carried Bianca's books into class for her, getting a chaste kiss on the cheek as she sat before he walked off to wherever his next class was.
She glanced in my direction and smirked at me, so I pointed my finger down my throat and faked being sick. Lucky for me, she flashed a brilliant smile as she laughed, and just like that I was head over heels for her once again.
Shortly after attendance was sent to the front office we all heard the school's PA system calling me to report to the principal. Students oohed at me as I made my way from my seat.
My principal was a short, fat, balding man with an ever thinning combover and an always reliable temper. He dressed me down with ease and had me rolling my eyes as he loudly droned about tardiness and missing VITAL class time. I probably would've gotten by with a warning if I hadn't pointed out that he was keeping me from class for this conversation. Instead I found myself with a weeks worth of detention and a promise that my father would be informed.
I've never really understood the point of detention. Really, what's the point of putting all of the bad kids together and having them sit quietly after school? It's one thing to try and keep them together when there is plenty of teachers around, but it's kind of a moot point to put them with one lazy ass teacher at the end of the day with nobody else around. Most of the time the students just wind up doing whatever they want.
Aside from getting a phone call to my father I really didn't care. I didn't really have anything going on at home anyway. What's more as I had plenty of friends or at least acquaintances from over the years who usually wound up in detention with me. Today was no exception.
Brett and Bianca were already in the room when I walked in, causing me to stop in my tracks suddenly. Inwardly groaning at being forced to endure their budding lovey dovey attitude toward one another, I didn't realize that my abrupt pause had impeded someone. I definitely noticed though, when something soft and squishy pressed against my back before bouncing away.
"Jeez! Walk much dweeb?!" I heard from behind me.
Turning around, I saw Heather Sinclaire backing away from me, glaring.
"Oh. Hey, sorry Heather. I didn't know you were there." I said, holding my arm out gesturing for her to go in ahead of me.
I hadn't seen Heather since summer camp and I smiled remembering how much fun we had had over those two weeks. I guess she was remembering too, since she smiled back and walked through, making sure to hip check me as she did. "It's all good Lancelot. I didn't realize that was you."
Heather had taken to calling me Lancelot over the summer since I was always helping out at the camp. She said I was like some knight in shining armor the way I was always there to rescue a damsel, mostly with the heavy lifting. I guess I had good manners too, so it kind of stuck.
I followed her into detention and noticed that she gave Brett and Bianca a wide berth while choosing her seat. Feeling much the same, I joined her at her table.
