A Really Weird Morning

"HWUAAAAAAAAHHHHH~~~" I yawned as I rubbed my eyes with one hand while the other work its way towards the alarm clock and slammed it down.

My back was sore and my legs felt like it's been tied up the whole night. This bed quality sucks.

I lazily got up from my bed, went to the bathroom, which stinks, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. There isn't even a mirror here and yes, I did tell the landlady about it but she said if I needed one I need to buy it myself, and since I currently don't have much money, I decided just not to put a mirror there.

I ignored showering because I felt like even if I shower, my body will still have this toilet's smell so why waste the time?

I swiftly changed my sleeping clothes to a black hoodie and grey sweatpants, feeling something strange about my body but brushed it off since maybe it's because of the bed making me feel it.

....Since when did my clothes fit me perfectly? It used the to be more loosen up...

Ignoring that too, I grabbed my school bag, stuff some of the sandwich leftovers into the bag, and run down the stairs (The elevators won't work too.) to the front door, but only to be stopped by someone…. well, you'll see.

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"Who are you? Why are you coming out from the lift? No one came up yesterday night, so you shouldn't be here. Or are you perhaps a thief?" Miss Lee, the old lady at the receptionist table questioned with her shrill yet croaky voice, eyeing me with her small but sharp eyes, covered with wrinkles.

She is the landlady of this so-called '5-star Rental Home for Students' that I rented about two months ago. Well, if the bed quality is good, or if the washroom is decent enough that I could step in without vomiting, I might think it is, which it isn't.

Plus, she, the receptionist, is super, and by super I mean that she is 'the' another level of rude, she is vulgar!

Today, she is wearing a pink butterfly blouse and a black tight skirt. She would look much better if she was younger or had a younger face, and plus, do old people even wear that kind of stuff?

And if I am honest, which I am now, what I'm gonna say is that I hate her, and I know she hates me too, but I have no choice other than to live here, It has the most reasonable prices.

I know she hates me a lot but, even if you hate a person so much, would you even prank them that you have forgotten everything about them? Like, it doesn't even make sense!

I looked at her confused, and she must have seen it because she sighed and said, "Don't look at me like that, I know what you are going to do and if you don't get out now, I'm going to call the cops. Now scram, and don't come back."

"Me? Scram? But I live here! I know you hate me, Miss Lee, but there is no need to force me out like that." I said back, holding my hands up like I'm surrendering.

Wait… something's off ….why does my voice sounds like this? Is it because…ughh! I can't remember what happened last night. Did I go to a pub or something? No… I hate that place. Welp, at least it still sounds girly, I guess?

"If you lived here, I would know, and I'm pretty sure I have never seen your face before. Now, boy, don't make-up excuses and go. I am really going to call the cops." she said, hand moving forward to the oldest phone I've ever seen, signaling that she is really going to call if I don't go now.

….Boy….? Okay, something is really off since I woke up. First, my body feels weird, then my voice sounds like some weak guy who gets bullied, now Miss Lee is calling me a boy? Did I turn into a boy or something? Isn't that supposed to only happen in fantasy books or something?

Holy macaroni, did I become the main character? Like, I also read a lot of books about the main characters being oblivious and stuff, does that mean I am too..? But I can't find any mirrors to make sure… well I guess I could wait until I go to school? Yeah, I'll do that.

Now I'm just gonna go with her.

"Okay fine, I get it! You hate me and want me to leave. It's all good. But can I at least get my stuff first? I'll be gone tonight, I swear."

She looked at me weird again, and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about but you ain't going up, not under my watch. And, judging by what you are wearing now, and by your looks, aren't you supposed to go to school?"

"Umm, yeah I guess..?" I asked. And I thought she was blind! Amazing.

"What do you mean, 'Umm, yeah I guess' me." She mimicked me. "You have school to attend to, now go. You'll be late."

She's right for once. I looked at the time and realized that I have only 15 minutes till classes start. And because the gates of my school will close 10 minutes before classes start, I have only 5 minutes left to go. And since the busses are already gone, I have no choice but to walk, or maybe run.

Without thinking about both my body and my safety, I found myself running towards the street and across it, crossing roads, turning lefts and rights, and BOOM, Northland High is right in front of me. Luckily no cars hit me or else this story is gonna end right here right now.

….I did not just say that.

Anyways, I checked the time again and was shocked when I was just right on time. I can see the gatekeepers walking towards the gates, ready to close them, so I dashed forward.

Just then, someone, a boy maybe because of his bulky body, ran past me and bumped me on the shoulder, hard. There is clearly much, much more space over the other side, why bump into me?

And he just so happened to knock off my bag and now all my books in there are scattered on the floor.

Rage filled my mind but I know not to fight someone because the situation is just gonna get worse. So instead of fighting, I said…

"Dude, what are you thinking! There is clearly more space over there, you don't have to bump me." I stated, quite loudly.

He turned around and look at me with his hazel eyes as if he is gonna murder me if I say one more word. If looks could kill, I will be at the doorway to hell now.

"In my opinion, it's you that shouldn't stand there. It's yer fault that you got bumped. I don't care who you are but one more word and you regret seeing me here. Now scram, ye filthy bastard." He rolled his eyes like some pick-me girl as he turned away and walked to his class without even looking back. He didn't even help me pick up my books.

Rude.

His parents didn't buy this hallway, did they..?

Well, I don't care and I have classes to go to, so I massaged my shoulder for a bit, picked up the scattered books, and put it all in my bag, with some papers on my hand, shifted my bag to the 'UN-bumped' hand, and continued my way to my first class of the year, English.