What?
“Well would you look at that, the alarm clock decided to shut itself off in the middle of the night. Lovely. How am I supposed to wake up on time if there’s no alarm? Argh, whatever. There’s still time for a lengthy shower before its time to jet off to the bus.”
With a swoosh, a few zips, and maybe a kazam or two, Luke was able to lather himself, dry off, and leap out of the shower with 15 minutes to spare.
“Perfect, now I can take ten minutes to put my pants on, and three for the rest of it. That extra two minutes is just enough time to walk downstairs. I love life and its epic timing.”
With Blink 182 blasting in his headphones, Luke proceeded on his journey towards the bus. What a beautiful morning; the sun was about to shine and the birds were chirping. Lalalaaaaaa too bad its time for him to go to school.
“All the small things, true care, truth brings. I’ll take one lift, you’re right, best trip.”
Luke pondered his weekend, and how fun it had been. That Memorial Day party at his house on Sunday was quite entertaining. Good food, good friends, and a long day of swimming made him exhausted, but nothing the iron man couldn’t already handle. It’s a good thing there was plenty of cake and cookies otherwise the guests would have started to throw rock at Luke’s mother and father, something he would have found to be quite comical. And then it hit him…
“Shucks, I don’t recall if I have any homework. Well, if I did, it could certainly wait until study hall…”
“Always I know, you’ll be at my show; watching, waiting, commiserating.”
Golly gee, Luke arrived at the bus stop. To his shock, that epic timing came back. As he got to the curb the bust was in the process of stopping. Without breaking stride Luke went from sidewalk, to grass, to street, to bus all in one motion. It was truly glorious. Others wish they could do this at least once in their lifetime.
Strolling to the back of the bus, heading straight for good ‘ol seat 19, Luke reminded himself of the lovely cake he baked the previous day, and how much she would like it when he gave it to her. The look on her face after that first bite would make anyone happy.
“Say it ‘aint so, I will not go. Turn the lights off, carry me home.”
Having had a three day weekend, Luke was incredibly tired. That extra thirty minutes due to the faulty alarm clock just wouldn’t cut it. Nodding off on the twenty minute ride to school, giving him a total of fifty extra sleepy minutes, just might make him awake enough for the torturous first period class that is….social studies (ewwwww).
“What is this? Sandwiches? In baking class? I LOVE IT! Someone should have thought of this sooner.”
The melted, liquidy cheese oozed out of the pocketed, toasty bread. The hot sauce beautifully accented the ham, along with the melty cheese, turning it into a deliciously spicy sauce. What was tomorrows feast? Why, it’s barbeque pulled pork of course! Could this day get any better?
“Hangin’ out behind the club on the weekend; acting stupid getting drunk with my best friends. I couldn’t wait for the summer at the warped tour; it’s the first time that I saw her there.”
Luke continued throughout the day, mindlessly walking from class to class; blazing through on complete autopilot. Will the monotony never end? Ahh but it will, for today at lunch, double stuffed Oreos will be consumed! Huzzah for Father who has generously placed such a delight in my lunch bag.
“She’s getting out of school ‘cause she’s failing. I’m kinda nervous ‘cause I think all her friends hate me.”
Biology was no walk in the park. Today, Luke had to match pictures of aliens, to the correct genus and species name. It was tough for him because the pictures were crudely drawn and could not accurately depict the Narrowus wolfus properly. Shame on the makers of the handout! Finally study hall had arrived. Now usually Luke likes to fall asleep listening to music. Today however, Luke felt it was necessary to do some homework whose topic shall remain unlisted.
“She’s the one she’ll always be there. She took my hand and I made it I swear.”
“Juliani? Oh you guys are in the library I think.” Ms. Ling knew what she was talking about, for Scott and Luke both found their way into the library to see the rest of the class happily blogging away. Unfortunately for Luke, Scott had to leave early to go do whatever it is that Scotts’ do best.
“It’s hard to wake up when the shades have been pulled shut. This house is haunted, it’s so pathetic, it makes no sense at all.”
Will had an interesting discussion with Luke today, while the two were supposed to be blogging. Mermaids and white bears seemed much more interesting than reading other peoples blog posts. As time flew by, and many valued inputs from Mr. J came rolling in, the school day was finally over and Luke could go home and run some ever so important errands.
“I’m ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away. One stupid poem could fix this home, I’d read it everyday.”
“What color would you like?”
“Well she said purple, so I suppose we should make her happy and go with purple.”
“Purple it is. Come by Friday after
Who would have thought that it would have been that easy? Walk in the flower shop, answer a few questions, walk out of the flower shop, and bam, you’re done. Luke was certainly flabbergasted. Next stop? Men’s Warehouse!
“So here’s your holiday; hope you enjoy it this time. You gave it all away; it was mine. So when you’re dead and gone, will you remember this night? Twenty years now lost; it’s not right.”
“Luke Mullock?”
“Yep”
“Would you like to try it on?”
“Yep”
“Alrighty come with me.”
Luke’s tux fit like a glove, not to mention he was killin’ it, all day son. She would be so proud to see him like this, all dressed up and handsome and whatnot. Friday couldn’t come any sooner and it would certainly be a night to remember.
“Their anger hurt my ears, been running strong for seven years. Rather then fix the problems, they never solve them, it makes no sense at all.”
Last stop on Luke’s to do list was the food store. The Mullock household was in desperate need of some milk. 1% is enjoyed by all, so this is the kind that Luke picked out. He distinguished it from the rest because of its green color, which just so happened to be his favorite color.
“Excellent. Now we can go home and I can get ready for my game.”
“I see them everyday, we get along so why can’t they. If this is what he wants, and it’s what she wants, then why’s there so much pain?”
Luke suited up in his incredibly fruity uniform. He wondered if the coach realized he had made the entire uniform dark blue, from the socks, to the pants, right up to the corny t- shirts with printed numbers.
The drive to the game was suspenseful. It would be Luke’s first game of the season. The coach told him he would be starting on the mound, and to his surprise, batting second in the lineup.
“What a great day, everything is going so smoothly,” thought Luke to himself.
The first batter successfully bunted for a base hit. Luke was up. The pitcher was throwing meatballs over the heart of the plate. With luck, Luke could smack one over the fence, which happened to be sixty feet shorter then a normal fence.
Foul ball; strike one.
“Time out! Son is that a necklace?”
“Oh, yea, hold on.”
Luke walked toward the bench taking off his necklace.
“One out.”
“Woa wait a minute sir, what?”
“The batters out, you’re out of the game.”
“Excuse me? I’m what? What did I do?”
“No jewelry. You’re out of the game.”
“This is bull$#%^$#&. Dad were leaving, let’s go.”
“Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head”
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