*beep*
*beep*
“Fuck off” I mutter out as I wake from my slumber. Flipping over as the beeping consists; I stare at the ceiling contemplating dastardly ways to get my revenge upon my alarm clock. As I turn my head and scowl at it, thinking that it would magically turn off the beep, I finally work up the energy to get up and stop the evil noise. I sit up with a groan as wipe the sleep from my eyes and turn off my alarm.
Looking around my room all I can think is how messy it was. Clothing scattered all around with paper plates and soda cans. I had my TV playing at a low level with a messy open closet and video games all over the room. I’m a sloppy person, but I know when it’s time to clean up, and it’s time to clean this room up.
I mutter quietly “I’ll clean up when I get home.”
My door creak’s open and my grandmother look into my room with a tired expression. “Get ready, breakfast is waiting,” She tells me quickly “and hurry up you’ll be late for school.” Rushing off and shutting my door she goes off to get ready for the day. Shuffling to my dresser and pulling out a set of clothing and grabbing my towel I make my way towards the bathroom for a quick shower. Honestly just hoping that the shower on hot would wake me up. Starting up the shower and showering as fast as I can.
I finish my shower quickly and as I lazily towel off I look into the mirror and look myself over. Now in no way am I good looking, honestly I would give myself a four out of ten in looks. I’m around 6 feet tall with long scraggly hair that falls around my jawline, I'm a tad overweight but not too noticeable. I finally take my eyes off the mirror and finish drying myself off. Tossing on my grey cargo pants and a black tee, I make my way to my living room to eat my most likely cold breakfast.
As I walk towards the table in my living room I notice the time on the TV box. My eyes bug out as I dash to grab my phone, bag and get my sandals on as I noticed that I only had twenty minutes before school started. “Shit,” I yell loudly “bye see you later!” as I hop onto my patio and onto the road to make my way. Pulling out my headphones to have some tunes to listen to pass the time till I get there, I start up my favorite soundtrack of brony music.
“Ok, time to play some tunes."
As my music starts up, I start my walk to school with my headphones on walking through the crisp morning air and down the street. On the road, I feel a splash of water hit the bridge of my nose and I stop. I ook up in mild surprise at the random weather change.
thinking to myself "huh, i swear the forecast was suppose to be cloudy today."
Rounding the corner onto the next street, I see my school come into view as the wind slowly picks up speed.
With music blaring in my ears and the drum of rain on my head I walk into my school, Fall Reach High School. Putting away my umbrella and walking through the hallways saying hi to friends and acquaintances alike, I slowly make my way towards my class. Entering the correct hallway I pull out my phone and see that unsurprisingly I have only a minute till the bell. picking up the pace to a quick jog I make it to class and dive in as the bell rings. The class breaks out into a fit of giggles at my random act; of course, my teacher Mr. Settle is not amused.
“Taylor, not that I’m unhappy you made it to class on time," he speaks with a authoritative tone "but please do make it earlier than the last second."
I mutter loud enough he can hear me “yes Sir.” I go about taking my seat in the dull beige class room decorated in math equations and cheesy slogans.
Of course my seat is next to my best friend since I was eleven, Thomas Rales. I take my seat next to Thomas and I hear him snickering at me quietly.
I give him a light jab to the shoulder as I speak up “so Thomas, you catch the latest episode of ponies earlier?”
He gushes at me “of course I caught the episode, that finale was awesome!” we chit-chat for a few minutes before I stop talking to finish the work quickly. After twenty minutes, I finish my geometry and I pull out my phone and using the schools Wi-Fi I go to FiMfiction to read some pony stories.
You might be asking about me and Thomas’s friendship. Well im going to tell you some of the things about how we met and why we still hang out together. See, we met when we were in 6th grade and we hit it off after I shoved him down a flight of stairs. After that we just talked, like we talked a lot. We became friends when we found out we found out we both enjoy video games. From then on we talked at school and hanged out over the internet with whatever hobby we had at the time.
