"Abby, wake up."
I rolled onto my stomach and pulled my blankets over my head, this was my way of showing my mother that I didn't want to be awoken or disturbed, but she didn't give up. She pulled my blankets off of my bed and stood at the end of my bed waiting for me to get up, of course I did.. Only to get my blankets and go back to sleep annoyed. My mother tried pulling them off again but this time I was prepared, this usually happens every morning. We have a tug of war with my blanket, who wins? Of course I do. But that's when my mother threatens to take my phone and laptop away, so of course I give up and get out of bed.
It was 7:32 AM. Great. This is just what I needed to start my day off, waking up 4 hours early. I checked my phone like always. I have a routine when it comes to going on my phone in the morning, first, I check my messages, I then check Instagram, Twitter, Kik, Tumblr & sometimes Facebook (if I'm feeling curious).
"ABBY! GET CHANGED, WE'RE GOING TO YOUR NEW SCHOOL TODAY."
NO, WHAT?! I FORGOT ALL ABOUT MY NEW SCHOOL. UGH, MY SOCIAL ANXIETY IS GOING THROUGH THE ROOF RIGHT NOW, WHAT IF EVERYONE HATES ME? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO WEAR. I CANNOT GO.
I rushed down the stairs, my mother looked at me as if I was dying, that's because I was. I was so short of breath it took me at least a minute until I was able to talk. Yes, I am unfit.
"Mother, I'm feeling sick today, can we go tomorrow?" I said this in the most dead and sickest voice I could.
"You seem well enough to have a tug of war with me and run down stairs, so I'm sure you're well enough to simply walk around a school for a bit." My mother didn't look too impressed.
I sighed louder than I expected to, it seemed more like a groan. I carried myself back upstairs and walked into my wardrobe, you know how you have so much clothes yet you cannot find an outfit to wear and everything becomes frustrating? That's how I was feeling. I kept skimming through my clothes, I didn't want something too simple but I didn't want something over the top either. I eventually found a black skirt that just came a little bit above my knees, a plain white top and a denim jacket. This seemed casual enough, well.. Casual enough for a public school.
Why the hell did I have to go to school? My parents can afford homeschooling. This is total bullshit. Don't get me wrong, I like learning new things but I hate being surrounded by complete idiots. I feel like a bitch for saying this because I have not yet met anyone at my soon-to-be-hell school, but I'm assuming they are assholes due to past experiences with public schools. Did I mention, my parents are rich? My father even owns a Lamborghini. It confuses me sometimes, y'know, he can afford all of these expensive and fancy things but he doesn't use his money for good. That deserves a "SMH" comment.