Okay I will be honest, I lost the plot where it comes to McDougal. I still remember bits and pieces of the story I was writing but the threat has been broken. For that reason I am starting a new story. I hope you enjoy the read and let me know what you thought.
It was like any of the day of the week that at six thirty my alarm clock was ringing. Maybe it is more like the annoying opening theme of Southpark. What was I thinking buying this clock that looks like the character Kenny.
Grunting my usual growls and moans I turn my head towards the orange blur. Build on instinct I sweep my hand around and hit the alarm on his head.
“Ooh my god! He killed Kenny!”
“Yeah I killed Kenny… again.” Eyes closed, I am being drawn back into the darkness for another 5 minutes or so. My mind shows the words hat circle around and want to be spoken, “Who cares anyway about today”
“JIMMYYYYY… Time to get up and get ready for school.”
… ‘Yeah that is my mum. Still at home at the age of 23. The kids make fun of me. Call me a nerd, geek, mummies baby and all kinds of other things. I became their teacher last year after I rushed through the education system myself and finish at the age of 16.
Sixteen and sat at home, unaware of what really was going on outside. I just lost touch with reality and dove every minute of time into the world of games and internet. Could you blame me for being a child and o smart for his age. Did not have any friends as they were still going to school. And if they were playing outside they always disappeared as I set foot into the front yard of the house.’
“Jimmy… your class is waiting or you.”
I force myself to sit up and kill the alarm before it set to go off again. ‘sorry mum they are not waiting for me. They don’t respect me. Whatever….’
With a firm pull and push I open the curtains and squint my eyes shut. Slowly and surely I adjust my eyes to the bright sun light that hits me straight in the face. Across the street I can see my neighbour drive off in her car. She is the reason I ended up at this school as she to is a teacher there.
My body feels nervous and in my head a time bomb explodes. ‘If she is driving off it means I am late.’
In a rush I jump into my jeans and drag a shirt from the closet that dances like a flag behind me. I wiggle myself into my shirt and have my half my arm stuck in a sleeve as my balanced is compromised by a slip of the heel.
Screams and a lot of rumble fil the hallway. The far wall underneath the coats and a pile of shoes are the one thing in my way and help me come to a stop. Dazed and bruised I laid still. My head half way through the shirt, my elbow stuck in the sleeve I stare up into my mothers eyes. Next to her my little sister holding tightly onto the apron.
“Are you okay Jimmy…”
‘How embarrassing. I am a loser first class. What a life I am living…’