Chapter 1: Bad day, fast paced

It was a warm morning and I was awoken by my mom's voice. "Cyrine! Wake up, you'll be late for your class!" My mom yelled at me as if she's talking to someone on the next mountain.

Can I sleep for five minutes more?

"No, you can't be late, Cyrine." My conscience told me.

If you're asking me, why my conscience is speaking to me, I don't know, am I crazy because of that? Please don't judge me.

But my inner self is right, I shouldn't be late, the last time I slept for five minutes more, I always end up overdoing it, that's why I shouted back. "Yes, mom! I'll be there in a second." I shouted, enough for her to hear me from upstairs.

I gently slapped myself to wake me up but I just end up sleeping again. I guess I'll just rest for a while-- Slap! I slapped myself. You can't skip the first subject again, Cyrine! I immediately stood up, avoiding to get deceived by the comfy bed. I opened the curtains, allowing the sunlight to illuminate my room. My eyes squinted because of the sunlight and my eyesight turned black for just a split of a second.

I walked to my bathroom to wash my face. As I walk to the bathroom, I saw some of my clothes on the floor. Yup, I'm also a messy teenager who doesn't like cleaning my room, so stop judging me, would you?

As I open the door on the bathroom, I felt the coziness, it just made me want to sleep again. I feel the wall so I could open the lights. Click! I walked to the vanity just to see my face with a red mark. That's the third time I marked my face because of my own fault! I should really stop slapping myself and buy an alarm to wake me up, but I think that's not a good idea given the fact that I broke my last alarm clock because I threw it on the wall. But, no worries, the mark would fade away on my beautiful skin. Unless it's like the last time that it took a day just for it to fade away.

I opened the water in the washbasin and washed my face to wash all the dirt away. When satisfied, I went out in the bathroom and get my uniform and put my slippers on, and went downstairs. My slippers are causing sounds as I walk by the stairs.

"Hi, mom," I said in mid-average voice. I saw her cooking something. It might be my dad's lunch. He's working for a large company. His salary? Enough for our whims.

As soon as she heard my voice she greeted back and looked at me for just a split of a second.

I went to the dining table and started eating what my mom prepared. Fried rice and Bacon. I ate as much as I want. No, honey, I'm not like the teenagers who keep their body fit and exercise regularly to flex it on insta. Why eat them if you'd just burn them, right? Besides, I don't need to exercise to be fit. I don't know how it happens.

I think I'm in the minority but what do I care? I think it's becoming my hobby to be in the minority.

As soon as I'm satisfied, I rushed to the bathroom, I'll be late, people! I didn't bother to go to my bathroom because I know that no one will use it, anyway. My bother is still in deep sleep, probably. So, I took a short, hot bath.

With my uniform on, I went upstairs and rushed to get my bag. I looked at my watch, it's already 8:13, Claire!

So, I rush downstairs, before you can say Jack Robinson. "Bye, mom!" I yelled.

"Bye!" She greeted back. She knows I'm late so I can't kiss goodbye.

I know that my friend won't be driving for me today too and I don't have a driver's license, so, I'm going to take a taxi. I told her I'll be late today because I'm busy studying, but guess what? I'm actually been watching movies all day.

What? It was Sunday! What do you want me to do? My life doesn't revolve around school! I have a life. And if you've been stressing about your studies! Just don't do it. Stop stressing yourself and start living your life! Especially now that you don't have a boyfriend who will for the sure push you study and such. I mean, look at the people who excelled at their schools, where are they now? In the senior citizen housings.

I really am a bad influence so get away from me.

I hailed a taxi using my right hand. I don't like whistling at taxi drivers by whistling, that's just a low form of disrespect. They're not dogs. I may have a different but strong judgment, that doesn't give me the power to disrespect everyone and everything. I just can't whistle, actually. Shh. Just kidding.

Then, the taxi driver stopped. I opened the taxi door and entered to sit. Everyone who will open this door will have the opportunity to indirectly touch my glorious hand.

I looked at the taxi driver in the eye using the mirror which he was looking at. I smiled and I greeted him 'hello'-- you know, like every polite human being in the world.

"Where to?" He said smiling. See? Being polite shall be done vice versa.

"University Of Florida, please," I told the taxi driver, with a smile, plastered on my face.

He started driving while I get my phone from my bag and my earphones. I'd rather listen to music than start panicking that I'll be late-- which I am already. I'm just going to tell my professors that there's traffic.

Guess I'll be taking a 'scold-talk' with my professor.

After a long ride, I'm finally here.

I left the taxi after I gave the payment.

Welcome to my school, the University Of Florida. I entered this school, because, I'm a Florida resident, I live in Florida, yes. And that gives me a 'discount' for the tuition fee.

I entered the university, hoping that no professors would see me, or else I might be interrogated. The school is reasonably big and I can recall my first day here when I lost and don't know where to go. There's just a lot of people. But, let's not talk about that, shall we?

As I walk to my class, I can still see a few people outside. Guess I'm not the only one. The building of where my class is, is not far from the entrance so I can rush before my second professor enter the class.

I hurriedly went upstairs using the stairs because my class is on the third floor.

And finally, after a long run, I'm finally on the front of my classroom. I'm ready to open the door and enter the room but, I can see my professor's reflection. This is the time where my 20/20 vision is a blessing.

What should I do? It's already my second class!

So, I texted my friend.

Me: Andrea! I'm outside.

Ting! A loud rhythm echoed in the room.

Oh, shit. How many times do I have to tell her to tone down her ringtone?!

I can see them through the window. Everybody is looking at her. "What is that, miss...?" Our professor's voice echoed in the room. He didn't even know her student's name?

"Turner, s-sir. I'm sorry, sir I'm going to turn it off." I could see her turning off her phone. Snap!

Our professor just nodded and continued teaching.

What should I do now? Ugh.

A few seconds later, I heard Andrea's voice again, interrupting our professor.

"Sorry, sir, may I use the bathroom?"

Yes! She probably read my text. That's my friend!

"Yes, go ahead." Yup! Good job you did there professor.

I can see a glimpse of hope as I saw my friend walk to the door. She opened the door and walked out.

"Girl, what the?! What are you doing!" She scolded me. My mom didn't even get mad at me but here she is. But I'm not mad about her attitude though.

"Shh..." I hushed her. "You said you were studying!" She said, shouting but quietly. "What did you study?! Are you smarter than Einstein now?!" She continued her rampage.

"Sorry! I was busy watching my favorite tv show!" I defended.  "Come on, let's just go to the washroom." I changed the subject.

"No, enter the classroom and I'll go to the restroom."

"Ugh, fine! Just go fast."

Her hands are still opening the door so I crawled inside. I can hear my professor teaching but I didn't pay attention. He's far from me. I'm at the back of the last row of the chairs while he's in front, teaching.

I was about to sit on the seat but my right hand stepped on an empty water bottle.

Shit.

All of my classmate's attention except for my professor who is still writing.

Phew!

"Okay, class, that's it for today, I'm going to give a pop quiz tomorrow."

What?! A pop quiz? Are you kidding me?!

"And also, you should go to the dean's office, Ms. Addison."

Oh, fuck.