First I would just like to say that this post is dedicated to my English teacher Mr. McCallum, because he inspired me to write this story through the grade 10 short story unit.
After beating down some jerk who is like...twice my size and REALLY popular, the really hot chick that he was bugging comes up to me and smiles. She says nothing, but seductively moves in close, looking directly into my eyes, obviously wanting a kiss. I close my eyes and lean forward...
Instead of a kiss I get the blaring sound of an alarm clock right in my ear.
It continues for a few minutes before I smash the button and look at the time: 6:00 AM. I hate being a teenager.
I sluggishly roll over to get just a few more minutes of sleep when my annoying little brother runs in and turns on the lights while opening all the curtains: "Wake up sleepyhead!" he shouts in that stupid, annoying, squeaky voice.
I hate being a teenager.
The lightswitch is too far to reach from my bed along with the curtains so I decide to get up. I try to open my eyes but the light stings them and so I end up stumbling around blindly until my eyes adjust, stubbing my toe while I do so and cursing the hell out of whatever it was I hit.
I hate being a teenager.
I sort-of-walk, sort-of-fall down the stairs to get breakfast and am greeted by my bright mother: "Morning Sweety."
"Hmf" I reply, how can everyone be so cheerful in the morning?
My eyes have completely adjusted to the light by now and I prepare myself some good old honey nut cheerios.
"Don't eat too many." says my corny mother, " You're a growing boy and that's nothing but sugar." Thanks for that Captain Obvious.
I hate being a teenager.
I gobble down the, 'sugar' and toss my empty bowl in the sink.
Like a zombie I traverse the stairs again, this time to the bathroom. The toilet seat is freezing and so is the shower water. Seems everyone else beat me to the shower earlier.
Figures.
I hate being a teenager.
A few minutes later I stumble out of the cold shower into the even colder bathroom air and grab a towel to warm/dry myself.
Eventually I throw on some expensive logo clothes while finishing up some homework. Find the solution to (x+2y-80)(2x-50y)=210? We've covered this? I let out a huge sigh and throw the work in my bag.
You know what I'm thinking so I won't even take the time to say it.
After barely making it to the bus I fall asleep and some grade 12 wakes me up when we get to the school. I get to my locker and after struggling with the lock for about 5 minutes I realize why I couldn't find my cellphone last night. Smart.
I toss my valuables in the locker and then walk around until I find some friends. I am greeted by, "Hey Isaac, what's up?"
"Nothin."
"You go to the party friday night?"
"No I had to work, heard it was pretty awesome though."
"Yea man you shoulda been there, half the people there could barely walk it was NUTS!"
The conversation continues like this for quite some time with joking, kidding around, and crazy weekend party stories. After a while the bell rings and we all walk to class with a smile on our face.
I get to english class with one minute to spare.
As Mr. McCallum begins the lesson I pretend to listen and think about what to do and who to hang out with for lunch.
I love being a teenager.
