Clycia

Today 13 January of this year.

My alarm goes off at about six forty-five, while I try not to hear it I try to go back to sleep by putting myself in the classic position, which should take me back to the fantastic world of dreams but, no work.

So, I put myself aside and with my hands I take the ends of the pillow, luckily still warm, and I press them into my ears hoping not to have to hear it, but it is really impossible to do so, if you have an alarm clock that breaks your eardrums. and blows you up in fright as soon as he starts screaming in complete silence until then blessed.

Already in the morning it is very difficult to get up, it is even worse if the alarm interrupts your dream about the best moment, like the commercials during the movies.

If you wake up or rather if you open your eyes when you know that your day will be monotonous, boring and ultra-tiring, you have already started off on the wrong foot because things will go the wrong way, it is a fact unfortunately.

So, as soon as I manage to connect my body with the brain and the various sleeping nerves, then the adrenaline comes, finally I find myself sitting with my legs stretched out on the bed, and the sheets still smelling of laundry that smells of coconut twisted around the body .

A piece that starts from the thigh and ends like a snake at the ankle, another part on the shoulder, like a scarf and last part no less important but very funny, I find it all wedged between my pajamas and my skin just to act as a "belt" "(although my pajamas are very soft, luckily they are my size).

Finally, after I have managed to untie the knots that had been created, I go to the bathroom and turning back towards the kitchen I feel a scent of I don't know what (but I admit it is very appetizing)

in the meantime I make myself a nice high ponytail, since as soon as I wake up it bothers practically everything, so I carefully arrange it, once done, behind my shoulders. As soon as I sit down I hear my mother come to the kitchen and say good morning.

I look up, which until a few moments before was dipped in milk and crunchy chocolate cereals, still imagining in my mind the scenes of the dream and experiencing sensations worthy of a dream, I see her in front of me on the white chair in front of my blue but in the middle is the table, I look at her and notice that she is still in her pajamas

"Mom, I'm wrong but you're still wearing your pajamas. Aren't you going to work today?"

And she tells me in response that she goes but later as her daily timetable says this too, a crumpled sheet of paper that she takes everywhere she goes so that she doesn't forget classes,

so I keep enjoying the cereals that I love as she finishes what she had already started, before I appeared as a ghost, namely yogurt, sunflower seeds and other types of seeds all mixed with a little honey.

After that, once breakfast is finished and everything we used to clean everything we used to prepare ourselves for the day in the best possible way by putting ourselves in strength, I go back to the bathroom to brush my teeth, brush my hair (which for me is always messy even after having combed it ten minutes before ) and got dressed.

Quickly but for good I make my bed and backpack with the books that I didn't put the night before because I forgot about them and I head for the door that I finally open at the same time my mother says

"Have you dusted your room? In the tone as a single mother can, to make you understand that if you haven't done it now you will do it when you come back"

Knowing that I am in the wrong, in my defense I answer no and that I will do it as soon as I return home, immediately after lunch.

So I escape a few times, almost every day I usually manage to do everything before leaving that room and close the door for a couple of hours that saved me from the monotonous troubles of the house, managing to concentrate on the various things to do:

walking, avoiding madmen who drive as if they had hams on their eyes whether they are in the car or on a bike or on a moped.

Avoid flying objects, identified because they are thrown from windows to land on the shins or ankles of the unfortunate person on duty, when the aim misses the target luckily the one who threw the object apologizes, thus directing what remains of the voice and forces on the subject concerned.

On the way to school it is like crossing the jungle, not the real one, I am talking about the daily jungle of the cities that is created from the first light of dawn and spreads out and then disappears when the sun sets.

Being able to get to school safe and sound, fortunately without bruises of various kinds, by and every time, like this for four and a half years, it seems to me as if I entered for the first time, feeling the same emotions as the real first time, with the difference that every time, I notice some detail that in the previous times I had not noticed or because I had not noticed.

Therefore, this time I voluntarily pause to look at the ceiling, since I arrived many minutes early, with my head hanging back, and I imagine the scene from another point of view, for example from the point of view of the boy. who was passing through the large corridor, which in my opinion looks more like a room, who stopped to look at me just to change and ask myself what was so beautiful to look at in me.

The typical bad boy, with the arrogant attitude of someone who knows everything about everyone, with the face of someone who has never studied in his life but who is lucky enough to have the memory of an elephant and for this reason if you ask him anything about the lesson he apparently he has not followed up, he answers not only the question that was asked but also manages to make the various connections with other subjects.

He, leaning against the marble column on one shoulder, with his left foot resting on the first step of the staircase that leads to the different floors of the structure, his arms crossed on his chest and on his face that smug smile that smashes his face for how false it is .

Continuing to believe it, and trying to stare at me unnoticed, I proceed to enjoy the ceiling and the paintings antinchized by the frame, and embellished with modern ornaments scattered around the room.

Not knowing that I have been observed for some time, I finally lower my gaze down and walk towards the exit, returning from where I had come.

In the meantime I hear footsteps approaching

"I've never seen you around here, are you new?"

I, thinking that it does not refer to me, keep looking for the phone in the backpack that I had placed on one of the frozen benches that was closest, and as always I never find anything because I take almost half home with me, every time I have to take a trip, even if short, I carry everything (the same phrase appears in my mind: "If something happens to me or to someone and nobody can intervene? I'm there and with everything you need!").

The same voice that had asked the question makes itself heard but this time closer this time, however, specifying the subject

"Hey you! Girl! The one who's fighting with the backpack!"

Sighing at having finally found what I was looking for, I look up and turn around with all the calm and phlegm of which I voluntarily wanted to point out the slowness towards the direction from which the voice had started and I see it in front of me, involuntarily I widen my eyes.

"Um, is it him or isn't he? Yeah, he's the bad boy from before! Oh mum, he's coming this way!"

These words resound in my head that the two little voices always make me listen to when he is around is a blaze of colors, hoping he hasn't noticed, on the cheeks to expand all over his face. In my head I was looking for an excuse to get away from that fool as soon as possible.

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