So I was sleeping, and the alarm clock goes off. You must understand that when I'm forst waking up, I am in this wierd hallucinatory state where "real" sensory stimuli may get cross-percieved with a dream already in progress. or twisted into something entirely new. So, in short, I thought my clock was a bomb. That threw me out of bed.
What a start to my day.
So, I get ready for school and all, and I am walking down the hill that leads to my bus stop. I wait for 10 flippin' minutes, and the bus doesnt come. So, me and Dan (a neighbor and friend) start back up the road (which is long. I dont know how long) Then, right when I am at the top, the bus comes along. I am sprinting at full speed now, hoping it doesnt drive away before I get there I, thankfully, make it.
Later on, my stomach starts to be upset because of my exertion, so badly I thought I would vomit. So, I discreetly try to ask the driver for a bag- he doestn hear me, and he's like, WHAT? ARE YOU SAYINBG YOU NEED TO GO HOME? and the skater punks in the back are laughing, and talking crap about me. My temper got away, and I head back, looking to make an example of one. I grab a kid by the scruff of the shirt, and say "you got somethin' to say? say it to me." this cows him, and I head back to my seat, the adrenaline rush thankfully having cured my nausia.
when we get to school, the driver holds me back, and tells me he was hard of hearing 'cause of the Vietname war. SO, of course I apologise profusely.
HOW COULD EVERYTHING HAVE GONE SO PERFECTLY WRONG