Chapter 4
Today I am mad, angry, furious, annoyed, irritated because the whole world is a joke today. It just is. I don’t know why. I hate everyone and everything today. Sometimes it just feels like if we are born just to amuse God/Gods who sit in the sky just watching us or whatever. Like if we were born to die. Deep? I know. Sometimes you just have to take days where you have to be really philosophical about everything. My favorite quote ever is “Life is like apple pie. It is better with vanilla ice cream”. And that is also the quote I get the most anxiety over. What is my vanilla ice cream? Is it friends? Is it my future husband? Or is it literally just ice cream? I don’t know. And it bothers me a lot. But that’s not the point.
On days like these when everything sucks I just try to disappear. Though that usually doesn’t work since I’m usually very rude to everyone on these days so they notice me easily.
Waking up on the wrong side of the bed is never a nice feeling. I usually start those days by thinking extremely rude thoughts about all my friends. My friends at school aren’t bad people, don’t get me wrong but they don’t include me. They don’t ask me to join them for lunch for example. It’s a petty thing that bothers me more than it should. I usually don’t care but on days like these, I just feel like crap. I have friends outside of school
When my alarm went off I immediately shut it off and get up directly like I do every day. I’ve never been a person to sleep in late or snooze my alarm. I wake up around the same time every day. I love doing stuff during the days instead of sleeping in late. I am not a night owl. Nuh-uh. I love sleeping. Sleeping is like the best thing ever. Right, when I woke up I knew it was going to be an awful day. I mean you can feel when you’re going to have an awful day. So I got dressed in a pair of black jeans and a large warm hoodie even though it is like 25 degrees Celsius (77 Fahrenheit) outside today.
Then I went downstairs to the kitchen to obviously get some breakfast. My breakfast is pretty plain. Milk and Cereal. Steve wants me to eat a sandwich as well since he says I need the energy but since he’s out on a run right now so I skip the sandwich.
After that, I walk up to my room and gather my stuff and go downstairs. As I walk down the stairs to reach the elevator I meet Steve who just got back from his morning run.
-Hey Genny! Going to school now? I nodded in reply and pulled my hood up over my head.
-Okay? Well, have a good day. Steve replied and watched me as I walked into the elevator.
With my school supplies on my back, I walk to the subway station and take the train to school with music in my ears. Today’s music: Eminem. Why? Probably because he doesn’t hold back. He says exactly what he wants to say without thinking about the consequences.
As I walk into school, still music on, ironically Daniel Powter’s “Bad Day” comes on in the midst of my Eminem marathon. Going from listening to “Slim Shady” to “Bad Day” made me want to puke. I took my headphones out of my ears as fast as I could and shoved them into my pocket.
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After an uneventful school day (to my surprise) I went to go see some friends that don’t go to my school. You see I go to a fancy private school because it is apparently safer for me, being the Captain’s daughter. All the kids at that school are rich and spoiled and most of the time rude. Luckily though, I managed to get some friends that went to a public school mostly thanks to Peter, well Spiderman. I have a lot to thank Tony for in that area, he’s the only reason I’m not rotting at home alone. He introduced me to spiderman last year. (AN: Peter is 18 in this book to avoid a weird age difference, set after Spiderman homecoming etc.) Peter went on and introduced me to some of his friends and voila, I’d gotten a social life.
That’s why I’m currently on the subway headed to Queens. I often go here during the weekends to waste my life away with meaningful people. I don’t want to say it because I sound like a brat but my life can be quite boring at times. I find myself miserably staring at other people’s life wishing I could be them. Sometimes I look at a couple being adorable together, smiling at each other. I often see friends that do whatever they want to do. They run around town often drunk and high on unknown substances without a worry in the world. I ain’t near innocent when it comes to that but the difference is that my parent will find out if he thinks I’ve taken anything. That will also lead to an interrogation not just with my legal guardian but also with the rest of the bunch.
Walking off the train toward my friends, my not yet fully developed brain tries to tell me not to do anything stupid tonight (I did something very stupid anyways). I read somewhere that your brains impact thinking function isn’t fully ready for “use” until you are 25 and I’m going to blame my decisions on that. Don’t get me wrong they were great at the time but it faded away the day after.
- Hey, hey hey, hey, G! Michelle exclaims as she opens the door to her house.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, MJ! I reply going hugging her quickly before shrugging off my jacket.
-Come on in and meet the others, she says and grabs me by the hand to pull me into the living room.
-Greetings fellow human being, Ned says and waves with both of his hands in a motion that reminds me of a sunrise. I roll my eyes and reply
-Hey, mate, what’s good, how y’all been holding up without me? They all proceed to tell me about their lives as I squeeze myself into the sofa between Peter and a girl named Emma. Michelle enters and gives us all a drink in one of those red solo cups. As I take the first swig I realize I’ll regret it in the morning.