Chapter 1: Get Up Loser

Textbooks make a great pillow. My eyes start to close at the exhaustion of study. I'm only semi aware of what is happening around me until the sweet remedy of sleep hits me centre in the head. I dream about the most wondrous things like clouds made of cotton candy, rainbows with roller coasters that are as fun as anything and my best friends by my side laughing our asses off for no good reason but enjoyment. This has got to be one of the most awesome and creepiest dreams I have dreamed about in my life considering the fact that I, Travis Logan, am in year 11 doing VCE and am also a man. To be completely honest I am not sharing this to any of my friends because if this ever got out my reputation will be lost for good and I will be known as the 7-year-old-girl-who-dreams-of-7-year-old-girl-things which I don't particularly want or need to be called as I have other things to worry about like school and my job and footy and Teen Wolf. Shhhhhhhhh this is also something you can't tell my friends about but yes my guilty pleasure is Teen Wolf. It's so good like the blood and the romance and the wolfiness that is involved and Dylan O'Brien, I mean not gay or anything but boy he is great. Ok moving on I love the show and Dylan O'Brien and I love Footy and school as well. I wake up from my dream from a bucket of ice cold water being poured onto my head from my older brother who has come back from University. I react instantly waking up, falling off my office chair in an attempt to grasp onto at least one of his legs but fail, I still don't give up when I get off the ground and pounce like a tiger leaping onto a gazelle, at my brother. I hit him centre back and we both go tumbling onto the carpet. "You f***ing tool. Why the hell would you do that? I was having a perfectly good dream, dreaming about me and my friends..." I remember my promise to myself that I wouldn't say a word about this dream to anyone, especially my brothers. I fall back on the plan to slowly fade out speaking but unfortunately that doesn't work. "You were dreaming about what?" "Um" He looks at me like I'm a psycho "Umm... I was dreaming about something but..." "But what" Now I think we the facial expressions he is showing me he is more scared of me then I am him. "It changed and I was suddenly in the Atlantic Ocean with a wave about to hit me on the head. Remind of you of something?" I glare at him hoping he would forget about my almost-wrecking-my-life-dream which succeeded. "Oh get over yourself you little wimp. It was only cold water. It's not like it was piss or anything." I stare at him weirdly. Even to think that urine would be an option to pour over somebody's head is just disgusting. "You're a freak." I tell him and he just shrugs it off. "Mum says I have to take you to school so get in the car." "But I haven't even had breakfast let alone get out of my pyjamas or brush my teeth or-"I whine before being interrupted "Tell it to someone who cares. I will give you 10 minutes then you have to be in the car, I don't care what state you're in." I sigh and then realise I have only 10 minutes to do like a million things to make myself look even presentable at school. I rush to the kitchen where I chuck in 2 pieces of white bread into the toaster and put on the kettle. I pour my Milo and sugar into a mug and give it a pre-stir then I add the milk. Ting. "OMG finally took your bloody time." I pour the now hot water into the mug and give it another stir and take a sip. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm OMG that is delicious" I put it down and wait for the toast to pop-up. "Jesus Christ hurry up." I say to the toaster who is taking like 20 years to toast the toast. POP. "Finally." I breathe out and then I run to get all my contents to make this breakfast delicious. "Nutella, Butter, Knife, Plate, and Milo" I race to the table where I scoff down my food choking on some of the toast but getting down the throat with a gulp of Milo. I slurp the last remains of my Milo when I hear "3 minutes loser." Well shit. I race to my bedroom where I grab my school uniform and attempt to put it on as I try and get inside of the bathroom to clean my teeth. As I get into the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror which I get a fright from the horrific state my hair is in as well as where my clothes are at. My shirt is crumpled and almost covering my whole body, my pants are covering one whole leg and not even close to being on the other and my tie. Hold on where is my tie. I search frantically in the hope that it would magically appear on the counter or even in my pants or something. I ditch the idea of my tie's whereabouts and grab the brush as well as the wax. I frantically try to flatten my hair which unfortunately fails but I eventually just put the wax in which then makes me look like freaking Medusa and my brush my teeth for good amount of time before I hear "Get in the car loser. YOU'RE LATE!!!" I successfully get my pants on while running, well not running more like hobbling toward the door to try and get in the car. Then I remember, I have to wear shoes at school so on my way out I grab my shoes and school bag while trying to get to the car. I get to the car door, open it, sit down and rest. As my brother is driving I'm fixing up my clothes and putting my shoes on. Then it all hits me. I forgot my homework which is on my desk with a pile of drool next to it because of my sleep, and oh no. I pat my chest and neck where my tie should be and realise I didn't get that on my way out. Idiot, IDIOT. Well shit, I'm done detention for me. I try and forget about it all by putting in my music and listening to some beats. I open the car mirror to do some final clothing touch ups and I give myself, yet again, another fright. I LOOK LIKE A FREAKING ZOMBIE! I instantly close the mirror and decide to look outside the window "Shake it off, Shake it off oohoohoo. Cause the players gonna play, play, playyy and the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby I'm just gonna-". "SHUT THE HELL UP!!! YOU SOUND LIKE A DYING WALRUS!!!" "Gee thanks." I sarcastically say. Bitch please I could go on The Voice if I wanted to. He turns into the school car park and I say good bye and get out when I see Larry Turd, I mean Larry Hurd.