Confessions of a Pessimistic Prisoner of the World
Pessimism
1: an inclination to emphasize adverse aspects, conditions, and possibilities or to expect the worst possible outcome
Chapter One- Manic Monday By the Bangles (better version by relient k)
I wish it were Sunday because that’s my fun day my I don’t have to run day it was just another manic Monday
Today feel unique, like knee high, purple, fuzzy socks. I don’t want to be like anyone else today. I don’t want to wear the same jeans and t-shirt ; No today I’m going to make a statement. I’m going to wear my bright yellow shirt and my pink skirt and my red shoes, I’m going to purple streaks in my hair. That would be cool.
Never mind no it wont be cool because then Spencer will see me and think I’m a freak. I can’t let that happen. He already thinks I’m weird.
I ran back to my closet and grabbed my dark blue skinny Morgan’s that my Mom brought from dELiA*s, my Black AC/DC shirt and my black All-Stars .
I grabbed the white bowl with the blue edge, grabbed the the 1% milk from the fridge and grabbed the Frosted Minni Wheats from the Cereal Cabinet. Poured the cereal in the bowl and then the milk and ate the cereal.
“AVERY”, my Mom shouted from the laundry room “WHAT”, I responded very loudly “FIVE MORE MINUTES” she said “OK” That differently wasn’t enough time for my to look decent. Spencer diffidently would acknowledge me today on the bus. Thinking of that made me so mad that when I picked up my bowl the rest of the milk spilled on my AC/DC shirt so I took a paper towel and patted my shirt. It looked like my baby cousin spit up on me. “Two Minutes” I rushed up stairs and brushed my teeth, put my favorite Mark lip gloss on grabbed my backpack and my Bass Clarinet and ran for the bus.
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I hate the bus! It is so awful! None of my real friends are on the bus. I never attended to make friends on the bus because then the would want to come over all, ALL the time and that would get really annoying. I talk to some of the people on the bus like Cassie, Daniella and Wendy and sometimes Nate and Seth but they can nerdy sometimes. Its not like am completely anti social (on the bus). I rather listen to my I-pod for the 45 minutes then talk to people at 7 in the morning. I think the reason I go on the bus is Spencer. I love that feeling in my stomach when Spencer sits in front of me on the bus.
I get down to the bus at 7:10 and I wait there for 10 to 20 minutes. Sometimes I wait more or less. That’s why I get down early.
Everyday I wait with Wendy, wondering when Erika (our wonderful bus driver) is going to come. Wendy talks a lot. I don’t know how you can manage to talk that much at 7. She talks ma lot about cats. When she talks I picture her light, long, curly, brown, hair graying sitting in a dark room in a red velvet rocking chair petting 14 cats. I half listen to her so I know when to respond when she says things like “you know what I mean” or “what should I do” or “what do you think”
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DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HEAR WHAT I THINK! TRY SHUTTING UP!
So I walk on the bus with my Bass quickly finding a seat hoping that Greg or Cid won’t say anything about my milk spotted AC/DC shirt. Greg was the first one on the bus. Everyone knows who Greg is. He is mister ALPHA dog. Cid is the gayest strait guy you will ever meet. He always needs to get into every one’s business. He was the second one on the bus and we and Wendy were the third.
Of course they noticed. Cid said in his high-pitched voice “Avery what are you wearing!” Greg started laughing. The other boys started laughing who’s names I did not know because they were sixth graders.
I swung my Bass over my chest to cover up the milk spots as I sat quickly in the EMERGENCY EXIT seat, because I was planing on making an Exit. Hot tears rolled down my cheek as I was thinking of all the ways that I could divinely assault (Nate and Seth often used that phase when they were talking about their stupid World of the World Craft Games) Greg and Cid.
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I wiped my tears and untied my lime green head phones and plugged them into my I-pod.
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I like to blast my I-pod. I put the volume all the up. I love my I-pod. It has 1351 songs. I’m a punk/alternative/hard rock/classic type of girl. The only pop band I really like is Metro Station but I don’t think there completely pop though. It’s not like there The Jonas Brothers (eww).
I was listening to Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix. Then a sixth grader sat in my seat and heard my music. Then he gave me a weird look and said “My Grandfather listens newer music then you!”
“How did you know it was an old song.” I said with a snappy attitude which made him shut his mouth.
The bus finally arrived at school. The bus door squeaked as it swiftly opened. I turned my I-pod off , grabbed my backpack and my bass and walked off the bus.
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“PEGGY!” I shouted to get her attention.
Peggy is one of my best friends along with Riley.
Peggy ran through a crowd of “underclassmen” just so she could walk with me. Peggy is always there for me, even if she has to knock down a couple of sixth and seventh graders. Me and Peggy are little miss motormouths. We can talk for hours, not only at school but on the phone. And if we are not talking we are texting. Me and Peggy have to have constant connection. My body might go into shock if i can’t talk to Peggy for a minute.
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As we walked up the stairs to the eighth grade floor we gabbed about many things like boys and the outfits that the barbie doll clan was wearing.
The barbie doll clan was a group of girls who wore similar things everyday. I was always sort-of jealous of them because they had the cutest guys ,the cutest clothes, the cutest bags and on top of that they had really good grades. I totally respect them though because not once did they ever brag about what they had and that is really cool.
As I walk passed my locker to talk to Riley I saw Spencer talking to Will. Will is Spencer’s best friend. Will and I have all of the same classes along with Peggy. Will totally has a crush on Peggy. Anyways as they were talking my heart totally sank. I was in total omg mode. It was so bad that all my books in my backpack fell in the middle of the hallway.
Spencer swooped down and helped me with my books. I wanted to say “Thanks” but the words just didn’t come out. As he got up his beautiful blue eyes met up with mine and he awkwardly smiled.
“OMG OMG OMG, THAT WHERE THE BEST 3 SECONDS OF MY LIFE” I thought to myself. That totally made my day.
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I few moments later Riley walked by. By here expression on here face I could tell that she was Liam problems.
Liam is Riley’s boyfriend who is kinda cute. He has that cool emo side bang and not one but two lip rings. He kinda got that edgy vampire look.
There a funny couple to look at because Riley is such a prep. Everything in her wardrobe is colorful and has a label on it. Everything in Liam’s wardrobe is black or grey.
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I really wanted to ask her what was wrong but the bell rang. I ran for my homeroom before Mr. Cole could mark me tardy. I didn’t want to get anymore detentions for being late.
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“Surprisingly were on time today, Ms. Ames.”
I rolled my eyes at him and walked to my seat.
“It must be a new record.” He continued
All my teachers are out to get me! It’s not like i’m a troblemaker. It’s not like I even talk durning the opnoxious, tedious, usesless lecures.
