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Brady Hyde Ms. Eigen English 10 3/24/22 Chapter I Monday mornings suck. It’s the first day of the week, and it just sucks because you don’t want to leave behind the laziness you had over the weekend. I hate Mondays. Mondays are those days that you get up out of bed, look in the mirror, and think; “should I just wear my pajamas today?” Anyway, a Monday is a Monday and there’s nothing you can do about it. I was so tired that my mom had to physically drag me out of bed, and onto the floor just so that I would get up. As I walk into the kitchen, of course, my mom’s in there grinding coffee in the coffee machine. I actually can't stand that machine. It’s so loud and irritating to the point where I want to pull my hair out. “Good morning,” I say as I start to pull out kitchenware to prepare for breakfast. “Good morning. Sleep well?” She asked as she wiped the coffee grains off the counter and into her hand. “I slept as if someone socked me in the head with a metal fist,” I responded while cracking the eggs into a clear, glass bowl. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” “For me, I would say that’s a good thing.” “Interesting…” I open the back door and start to pour the dog food into their dishes for their daily breakfast. “Make sure you put the comforter on your bed so they have somewhere to lay down while you’re at school.” She adds. I am never really in the mood to constantly be reminded to do things in the morning. I mean, it’s the same routine every morning when I get up. Although, it’s not like she’s doing it without reasoning. I do have ADD, but you can call it “Attention-deficit disorder” if you want to. We’ll skip all the boring stuff and get to the exciting part of the day; high school. Alderman High isn’t actually that special, we may have the number one football and baseball team in the state, but the community here isn’t all that great. Obviously, in high school, you have different groups of kids and their behavior issues. As I walk into the front entrance of the 100 building where my first class is, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. As I turn around, I can make out a large group of kids forming a circle. I’m too far away as of now to make out what the commotion actually is. I’d rather go investigate the huge excitement instead of spending two hours in AP Chemistry. As I neared the large group of kids, I then realized why there were so many people gathered there. School fights are pretty common at Alderman High. I’m not sure why that is, but I just think that everyone here just has an abnormal amount of aggressiveness hidden somewhere in their genes. Thankfully, that’s not me. I manage to slip past the crowd to see who the contestants were. And sure enough in the middle of the group, lying on the ground with two black eyes and a bloody nose, was Ned Davidson, who is also my best friend. Ned isn’t the brightest kid socially. Sure, he’s on his way to some crazy smart person school, but that doesn’t mean that he would be the type of person to get in a school fight. “Alright, Alright, everyone step back,” I say motioning everyone to give Ned some space. I drag Ned by the literal collar of his shirt over to the corner just behind the 200 building. “I know what you’re thinking.” He squeaked. “Ned, I don’t know how you do it. For someone that likes being alone all the time, you sure like to attract a lot of attention from people. And I mean attention from the wrong people. I mean, how did you even manage to get yourself in this situation? This is truly a new low for you. Seriously, who even was that? I was so shocked to see you there I didn’t get a good look at the guy you were fighting.” “His name is Nathan, Nathan….Andrews, I think.” I can barely even understand him because his mouth is so swollen from getting whaled on. Nathan Andrews is the captain of the football team. The guy is practically the human embodiment of the hulk. He holds the school record and can deadlift around 500 pounds. Not really a “fight and win against” kind of guy. “Why were you even fighting in the first place?” I asked. “He wanted to see if he could beat me in a fight. We made a deal.” He answered. “A deal, what kind of deal? What ‘deal’ was so important that you had to go and almost score yourself a trip to the ICU?” “The deal was that if I managed to beat him in a fight, then he would leave me alone for the rest of high school.” “Pffffffft, actually knowing your luck that’s not a bad deal” “And if I lost…well. Then we would have to fight each other every Sunday at 3:49 pm.” He added. “Why 3:49 specifically?” “Don’t ask me! That guy’s a wackjob” He exclaims. “Ok, well you need to go see the school nurse man, you look like you just came out of the movie 300.” I walk him to the nurse like the good friend I am and then head to class for real this time. But of course, sneaking into class that started thirty minutes ago is a lot different than pushing your way through a crowd unnoticed. “Stan, you’re late.” Mr. Halloweigh scolds. “Apologies Mr. Halloweigh, won’t happen again.” I return. “You said that last time. One more tardy, and it’s detention.” Ah yes, Mr. Halloweigh, everyone's least favorite Chemistry teacher. If you ever(and I don’t know why you would)want a teacher that looks like a rock, has a personality of a rock, and talks like a rock, then Mr. Halloweigh is the right guy for you. If you ever wanted a class that was perfect to sleep in, then this guy is your guy. After AP Chemistry, I then went on to my second, and third period classes. I then headed over to the nurses office during lunch, to check on Ned. “Hey man, how’s the noggin?” I ask. “Well, she says my nose isn’t broken, but I might have a concussion. But personally, I’d take a broken nose over a concussion any day.” He states. “Why?” I ask. “Why? Well I don’t know. Maybe because our finals start next week, and the nurse said that I would need at least two full weeks of rest at home, before I could come to school again!” He whines. “Wait, but she can't make that decision right? Last time I checked, she’s the person that decides whether or not you go to the doctor.” I mention. “I guess. Hey maybe you should go eat? I’ll see you after school, alright?” “Sure man, but hey, no more deals. I mean it.” “You really think that I would fall for something like that again?” He asks. “Knowing you, probably.” I laugh “Very funny.” I arrive home after school and of course I get greeted by all three of my spastic dogs: Wesley, Frankie, and Gracie. The usual happens, I get slimed, wipe it off, set my stuff down and head straight into my room. I usually sit on my phone for about an hour after I get home. I just like being the opposite of productive, until I smack myself and realize I need to prepare for finals next week. Even though I have a 4.0 GPA, my mom still finds a reason to remind me about all the little things I didn’t do. “Stan?” She yells “Yeah!?” I yelled because she couldn’t find the motivation to walk up the stairs. “Did you remember to turn in that book to the library?” She asks. “Yeah I did.” I lie I’m usually not a liar, but today is just a really tiring day, and I need the rest of these precious twenty-five minutes to be uninterrupted. Sometimes the homework grind can be a bit much. But a lot of the time I can get it done in a good amount of time so that I have a lot of free time in the evenings.