i woke up...
...late and to only find out that it was Monday morning, again. The day which I dread the most. I never quite figured out why. Maybe it's because it's the start of another school week, or maybe just because of this whether that seems to fail me. But whatever it is, I don't like Monday and especially not mornings.
Wating at the bus stop was cold but heat seem to move around inside me. I could feel all my anger being bottled up and I knew that I would explode, but I wasn't sure when. Finally the bus had arrived and I could get school over and done with. First period was science, yes, not. What a way to add to my horrible Monday morning. Right now all I could think about was history. I knew it was the only subject which could lighten my mood. So I sat there in Science, just quiet and listening to my music.
BRRIIINNNNGGG ! At recess, I was glad. The sun was shining, finally. I'd been waiting for it to shine, like forever and all I could feel was happiness. Maybe this was the turning point of the very sad day. I'd stood there in the sun, trying to absorb as much heat as possible and while talking to one of my friends I could hear the guys calling our names. I guess my mood had really lightened up. In class all that everyone was doing was laugh and bludge. I liked that. I do. During then my pencil case and my poor Baby Bear was held for hostage for a 'Camp Note', a camp not!. This was ridiculous but I guess it was still quite fun. Moments like these, I'd just wish they last forever, but in this case, it would never happen to me. Of course the sound of the bell wasn't what I had wanted to hear.
Maths was a drag. It really was. It just seemed to last forever with nothing occuring but the sound of the teacher talking in his monotone voice. I could tell my day was going down again. I knew I'd used up all the fun in me during History. sigh. I just left Maths alone. I knew I couldn't do anything about it.
For the rest of the day that's how I seemed to feel. I was hoping that wating at the bus stop with all my friends would change how I was. But that didn't do anything. Though the cakes some of my friends made were quite delicious. On the bus my bottled up emotions finally exploded when, of course my sister, had annoyed me. I could tell she was the one who was going to bring it out. And sitting there on the bus, I tried to calm myself down by listening to music. I knew that the most ot could do was keep me distracted and at that moment, it was good enough.
Arriving at home, with the a bad mood, I just went to my room and read. That's the most I could do. And somehow it had worked but still moody. The best thing I could do right now is just stay out of people's way hoping that they won't do anything that'll provoke me to do anythign back to them.
I hope tomorrow will be so much better.
Laters,..
