Waking up sucks, especially on a weekday.

Sounds of screaming filled my ears. Their echoes bouncing around in my head. Hold on, scratch that. I groaned as I opened my eyes, my vision fuzzy but I could clearly see that it was just my alarm. I almost cried. Almost. You know, I thought I was being smart by choosing the alarm that sounded the most soothing, but months of waking up to that same tune had left some lasting effects on me. Now it reminded me of those annoying jingles that constantly play over and over and over an- I pulled the covers over my face. Nope not dealing with this today. Save that for future m- Beep. For Future…beep…FUTURE ME….BEEP...….I threw the alarm across the room…The alarm kept on taunting me with its repetitive tune. That infernal tune. That alarm was dead to me. Literally. I groaned and threw the covers off. Well, guess I couldn't ignore my problems forever. But of course, no one could. C'est la vie. My brain blanked. Why did I even set an alarm in the first place? I paused and sat there for a minute forgetting why I was even there. Ooohhhhhh, oh yea…Yea it was probably that. That place…The place I hated most of all, the place that caused most of my usual nightmares. The one filled with the most terrifying people. School…an amalgamation of depression, anxiety, and teenage hormones. I grumbled out some words my father would not be proud of as I stumbled around my room, tripping over a pile of clothes, getting stuck in a shirt I was trying to put on, and falling to the floor with a loud thump. Why did this happen every day? I shook my head from my morning drowsiness and walked into the kitchen and found my dad sipping his morning coffee. Probably too hot and bitter judging by his small grimaces. "Hey Ryeler." He murmured, somehow knowing I had gotten there without looking up. This man had literal super powers just for hearing me specifically. Or maybe that was all parents in general. I glanced at the coffee again. "Morning dad" I decided to test my luck. It didn't hurt to try. Unless of course, you were teaching a bear to drive."Anyway can I get me some of that," I asked as I gestured to his cup. He winced and backed away. "No way am I doing that." He shivered to add to his overly exaggerated facial expressions. "Remember what happened last time?" I for one could not remember the last time. Was there even a last time? I mean if I couldn't remember then it had probably been that bad. I made one last ditch effort by making puppy eyes. He just rolled his eyes and went back to his work. "Fine." I mumbled, guess I was too old for that. Dad handed me a plate of toast. I huffed as I sat down and took a bite of my whole wheat bread. Never in my life had I gotten to try white bread. Guess that showed how my childhood went. He lightened up and looked at me as if remembering something. I really hope it wasn't about me-"Remember the test you have today?" I paused, my face facing downward as I tried to muster up a smile. A weak attempt at a smile. "Yep, I studied all night." He nodded cheerfully. "Good, I hope you do well." "Thanks," I answered quietly as I started to feel the reality of the situation wash over me. Hello anxiety my old friend. I let out a breath. The test. Oh f***. The test. I had completely forgotten about the test. The STUPID TEST WORTH HALF MY GRADE. I mean sure this was a normal thing for high schoolers to forget. BUT A TEST WORTH HALF MY GRADE. I WOULD BE LIVING IN ALLEYWAYS AND TENTS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. WHAT HAD POSSESSED ME TO BINGE WATCH A STUPID TV SHOW ABOUT TRUE CRIME FOR HOURS LAST NIGHT?! I accepted my fate. I was going to fail. My eye twitched. No way I was gonna break the news to my dad. What would he say then..? "Oh Ryeler, my failure of a Son, your brother was so much better, I should have kept him-" I shook my head out of my spiraling thoughts and gave my dad a pathetic smile. "I'm gonna head out now" "You don't want me to drive you?" He took a step closer to look at me. He knew I hated taking the bus. To many people… I shied away as I shook my head. "Nope, I feel like taking the bus today but thanks." I sighed, maybe I would be able to study a bit on the bus. I dropped the toast on the plate and grabbed my backpack from the couch. I walked out the door as my father worriedly hovered behind me. But he didn't say anything. The door shut before he could ask "What's wrong"?" And once again, he was too late to speak.