It started with nothing

There was a light that was creeping into my bedroom, slightly blinding me even though my eyes were still closed. Maybe I was still asleep, and for the most part I believe I was, but there was also a part of me that was already awake for some time now. And as it goes, I was switching between being fully asleep and halfway up. I heard annoying sounds from time to time, but sure as hell I wasn’t going to get up earlier than I had to, I mean, it was summer break after all, and I didn’t have to do anything special, so why should I react to my alarm.

But after a while I woke up to annoying sound of my alarm after all. This time I was fully awake already, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes, so much for not being lazy at mornings, on the other hand I didn’t even remember why I promised myself not to be lazy at such a crazy day hour, I was never really a morning person. And besides, how I already mentioned, I had nothing better to do when school was out. With a will of slowly dying person I opened my eyes and shut them up once again as much annoyed as I opened them in the first place. First of I spent a good minute being very angry with myself - what's the point of setting an alarm on holidays, right?

When I opened my eyes for the second time and looked up at my old, slowly cracking up ceiling. It was funny really, that with so much money my family had, they never bothered to take care of these. Somewhere between cursing silently at myself for setting up an alarm and thinking that something was wrong I sat up on my bed, stretching and looking around. Yeah, I definitely forgot something. I looked around my room again, not even knowing why, maybe to look for some clues. But I found nothing. Choosing letting it go I scratched the back of my head and yawned... and then it hit me.

First day of school.

"Oh, fuck!" I hissed. I made an attempt to quickly leave from the bed, but my right leg got caught up in my black and grey sheets, and I fell onto the floor of my room shouting profanities as I tried to stand up back up again.

When I finally managed to release my leg from the bungle of sheets, I ran to my bathroom and in a record time did my morning routine. Between brushing my teeth – or attempting so at least – I was looking for something to wear. I finished the casual morning business in my bathroom and started running around my room thinking "No, no, no, not again." as I searched for all the things I could possibly need today. I hated myself at this moment, I’m always late for school, and for a few years in a row now, I was always late even for the first days of it.

It's like the story of my life. It's a fucking nightmare. Absolutely adorable way how to piss of your teachers the first day you meet them after summer break. Always the same story.

My mother was nowhere to be seen, so I grabbed some water bottle and in a minute I was sprinting towards my car, speeding of our driveway way to fast and almost hitting some car that happened to drive by the same direction I was heading, I began my journey to school.

In the end, I was late anyway. Of course I was. There’s no way Frank Fucking Iero could possibly arrive to school on time, when it comes to 1st of September, or any day for that matter. Did my teacher yell at me? Sure, she did. Did my mood change when I spotted my girlfriend, Amelia, sitting in the class? Definitely.

"Mr. Iero, I am talking to you! And I am not here for your amusement!" My teacher, Mrs. Hallybug, screamed. Although she didn't realize I'm not smiling at her, but my girlfriend.

As Mrs. Hallybug continued her long speech about "Kids these days with no respect for order and authorities," and almost cried when she talked about the beautiful career she chose these years ago - 60 years plus-minus few years - and shit, I was still standing beside her table, looking at Amelia admiring how her hazel eyes danced in amusement. She was clearly having fun. Of course she was, but to be fair, I’m not even blaming her because if I was there sitting along with other students and someone came in late, I would be laughing too.

When I was finally let to sit down, I pulled out my very old and crumbling songs book from my backpack and continued to work on, yet, nameless song.

The noise of a bell dragged me out of my mind. I noticed the teacher giving me a hard look while I tried to stuff my songs book back to the backpack in intention the get the hell out of there before I get detention.

"Hey, handsome." A lovely voice comes from behind my back.

"Hey, Liah." Amelia smiled at the nickname as always. She thought it was cool, she has never been called like it before I came along. Wonder why. Liah is so much better than Amy.

"You know, I was kinda hoping you might come on time this year."

"Yeah, and why is that?" I raised an eyebrow, faking somehow douchy attitude.

"Well, your mother keeps telling me, how much of a good influence I am." She laughed lightly while we walked out of Mrs. Hallybug's class.

"Yeah, you sure are. If you mean the moment you turned me to go the dark side... you know, the moment you kissed me." I tease. Amelia hit my arm playfully and made really childish face at me. I laughed. Oh man, she's so beautiful. Amelia noticed me staring and smiled a bit. "What?"

The only thing I managed to do is smile back at her, peck her lips and say "Nothing."

Notes

Ok well idk what to think about this. It's short, don't worry chapters will get longer. I hurried to write it down before i'd forget it. Anyway if anyone reads this - thank you for reading!

And please note I am not a native speaker. If you feel like pointing out my grammar mistakes, please do! I hate when I'm wrong but I would hate even way more if this story had some stupid mistakes, if you know what I'm talking about ;)