Don’t you just hate it when the summer holiday ends? I want to have fun—hang out with friends! Instead, I’m stuck in this old dump with morons that don’t know the difference between a good fit and basic competence. Like…are we serious?

“Yes, I know I said I’d come over after class, but my mum’s still pissed about the incident. Mhm, I’ll see you next week at the latest.”

Just after I ended the phone call, something (or someone) decided it was a good day to bump into me; the impact sent my aesthetic book bag to the floor, nearly taking me with it.

“Ergh- Hey, watch it!“

I can’t believe it’s my first week back to school and this happens. If it weren’t for my old friends still being here, I would’ve left ages ago. Not to mention how easy it was to reclaim my title as ‘Queen Bee’.

“Can’t you see someone’s clearly standing here?”

The words come out sharp as I reach for my bag on the floor, not yet looking at the fool who slammed into me.