Fur one and fur all! (Part 2)
#2 of Fur one and fur all!
I shove my papers haphazardly into my beat-up yellow backpack, and walk to the kitchen, my sense of balance a little distorted from the queasiness. It seems like my dad left early for work, so I decide to make myself some scrambled eggs, the one food that I excel at making. As I throw foods like taco seasoning and canadian bacon into the eggs, I contemplate the day ahead of me. Today, it's a Thursday, the fall rally, and it's also a B day, which means instead of of going to my fourth period class, journalism, I get to go to a rally. Yippee. My eggs are starting to burn, so I plate them, and start eating. I only manage to get a few bites down, and then, annoyingly, my gag reflex kicks in, making me barf into the nearest trash can. For my safety, I decide to throw the rest of the eggs in the fridge away. I grab my things and walk out the door, trying to ignore the pain throughout my body.
I collapse onto the bench after my harder than normal walk to the bus stop, and then Haley sits down. With a mischievous smile, she says, "Hey, Alex. Betcha can't wait for your present tomorrow!" Then she seems to notice my current state, and asks me if I'm okay. Haley is my best friend and probably one of my only friends. She likes a lot of the things I like, such as interspecies romance stories, electro pop, and the art of cooking. She's plainly more attractive with me, with her red hair and womanly figure, and she's also more mature than most teens. But she decided to hang out with me anyways, and somehow, we became best friends. We do our secret fist bump, which is a fistbump which makes our fists into two squids that swim into our mouths. We call it, "The Calamari." "Yeah, I'm fine." I say, nonchalantly, but not really believing myself. I start having a headache, and I regret not having brought some ibuprofen. Before Haley can correct me, the bus pulls up. I hop on, but Haley leaves reluctantly, because she always rides her bike to school.
I walk out of the bus, barely having made it through the jolts of the ride. It's already really hard to keep your balance inside of a moving bus, without having your head feel like someone strapped you to the inside of a gyroscope. Before I walk into the library to read my book, I walk into the bathroom to try and fix my hair. In the bathroom, I douse my crazy brown hair with some water to keep it down. I look at myself in the mirror. I'd consider myself pretty handsome, but my baggy eyes and resting angry face kind of ruin my look. I notice the start of some facial hair, which I'm surprised by, as I hadn't noticed it before. My dad would probably say I'm becoming a man or something like that. I shake it off and just go to the library.
By the time I start to walk into the library, the bell rings. I have to run to get to my first class, Honors English, because the school thought it was a good idea to put the library near the football field, which is also about a third of a mile away from the school.