When I opened my eyes, I could scarcely believe what I saw. My clock showed that it was passed 10 o' clock already, clearly pointing out that I just missed my first two classes at school, meaning that it was the first day this year I was late. Since the year started, I never got late in class, I use an accurate timing to wake up, go to sleep and do anything else, if necessary. Preferrable, I plan everything at least a day before it happens.
With a lot of trouble, I finally got myself up and sat on my bed. Again the big poster next to my bed of my rock idol reminded me of how dull my life actually was. Twenty years old, single and not very attractive either. I only had to take a look to my left to watch in the mirror and see my skinny body and my brown hair.
I scratched my head a bit and grabbed my glasses from my desk while I pushed the button to start my computer. I was late already, so it would not matter if I'd hurry now. The moment I put my glasses on, it felt like a fog lifting from my sight. Being extremely short sighted is a pain sometimes, but there is very little to do about it - but I found that glasses really fitted my looks.
With a final look at the mirror while trying to flatten my hair a bit, my computer was finally ready with loading. Sometimes I wonder why I don't try to find a job to get a new computer. Even though I enjoy working with a computer more than anything else, it is a shame that my computer is very out of date. Fortunately, I use it mostly for the internet. You don't need a very good computer for that, just a decent connection, which I, fortunately, have.
With a quick move with my mouse, I actived every program that I normally use. My browser, Winamp and of course, the only thing I make contact with the most: MSN Messenger. With a smile on my face, I look at the icon of MSN going back and forth, showing clearly that it is loading. With yet another few movements with the mouse, I quickly opened the official site of a sport club I support and turning on a little music, while not really bothering to look what I exactly had actived in Winamp.
My smile became broader when I saw that MSN was finished loading and someone instantly spoke to me. I quickly looked at the name of the person who spoke to me and my smile slowly disappeared. It was John Keeney, a classmate of mine who is well known for barely ever showing up during class. In general, John is a nice guy, and one of the only people in class who doesn't actually make fun of me, but because of his 'relaxing' personality, I just don't like him much. Not is it just his 'relaxing' personality, is is also that he doesn't act very consistent. Some of the days he acts like a complete idiot, but other days he's very serious and very kind.
"Finally overslept, Rick?" Became visible on my screen.
With a loud sigh, I positioned myself in a more comfortable position and started to type.
"Yeah, and you're skipping classes again, as usual?" I asked John even though I already knew the answer before he even started to type.
"Do you really call it that, Rick? I just don't feel like going. I mean, if I go without motivation, I learn just as much as staying home *with* motivation" appeared on my screen once again. "But how in the world did you overslept, Rick? Normally you show up quite early on MSN, not to mention at school."
"I had a late night." I said, closing the chatting screen with John quickly afterwards and double clicking on the icon of MSN to see who else is online.
I scrolled through the list of contacts until I finally got to the forgein part. Like most people nowadays, I also had a few forgein people on my contact list. Though I never did learn their real names, it is good enough to call them at their 'nickname.'
I learned that the one with the nickname: 'Durlau' was a guy that is four years younger than me, making him sixteen, but he's quite bright for his age, often figuring things out a lot faster than me. A little childish when it comes to games though, but what else could you expect? I'm not complaining though, since I've had great conversations with him.
The only other one is called: 'Jillo' and is a girl of the same age as me, or so she told me. In all honestly, I enjoy it the most when talking to her than to anyone else. Perhaps because I don't feel the shyness when talking over the internet, than talking with someone outside it. Seeing that Jillo and I will probably never meet, it is a great way to increase my social aspects. She was also the reason why I overslept. I was chatting with her throughout the night, like I've done before. Everytime I do something like that, I have trouble getting up in the morning, but it never happened that I overslept. Everything has its first time, I guess.
It's embarrassing to say that I don't have the courage to just step up and talk to a girl in class. Despite being twenty years old, I never broke the barrier of shyness, or perhaps it are my looks that I am embarrassed about. Eitherway, I just can't find the guts to talk with any. That didn't make me very popular among the guys either.
"Makun's class starts in about ten minutes. Still feel like going to school, Rick? I'll make up an excuse for ya', if you want." John suddenly said while opening the a new chat screen again.
"Makun, eh?" I replied. "No, I think I'll call myself sick", I answered after a little moment of silence.
"Your call, Rick. See ya' tomorrow then, I'm gonna get myself a bite to eat" John mentioned right before he went offline.
I pushed the curtain away from my window that is located not far behind my monitor. I nearly blinded myself when I looked straight at the sun from the green chair I was sitting on. I quicky pushed the curtain back in front of it, trying to block a bit of the sun, but also letting some sunlight enter my room.
With a loud sigh I pushed myself against the back of my chair once again. Slowly closing my eyes and trying to remember what I dreamt about this night. Was it again a dream where I asked myself how Jillo could look like, and how it would be if I'd meet her? Perhaps it was the same dream I kept getting the last few months, dreaming to be a very social person, spending a lot of time with popular people and talking a lot of them. I always liked those two. They are both wishes I someday would come true, but either are not very likely to ever become reality... not the way I dream it.
I took another peek through the window. Through the part that was visible and not hidden by the dark curtain. I looked at a calm street, but I did not expect anything else during this time of the day. It was ten o' clock in the morning and not many people are on the street during this time. I am living in a very calm neighbourhood and rarely does a car drive through this small path. The small street I live in is usually used by children who are on the bike to school, or to a friend, since it is a great way to shorten a long distance. When I lived with my parents, I used to take this road as a short cut all the time. It was useful because it was fast, and my school (or college) is nearby.
Suddenly, a friendly smile appeared on my face as I saw Laura walking on the street, together with her younger brother Tom. Both Tom and Laura are sixteen, though Laura is eight months older. Both have lived here in the neighbourhood since I moved in here. I got to know Laura because of the paperboy out here. He seems to be good friends with her and he introduced me to her. It's always a pleasure for the eye to see someone like her with her long blonde hair.
I pushed myself back in my chair again, looking back at my computer screen, noticing that I didn't do anything with it at all. Since I started MSN, I didn't bother to start any other program since I was planning of going to school. But after the conversation with John, I decided not to go. I was completely strayed from my normal schedule. Even while planning everything, you can't always do what you want.
With a big yawn, I started a game.
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What? I had no reason to write this. I just felt like doing something.
There will be no sequal on this, nor will I ever do anything with it, since I just wrote something random. Though I usually write what pops in my head, I usually do give it a little time to think about it. This time, I didn't.
Anyway, hope you'll like it. It isn't very long, so if you feel like reading a bit.
Right.
With a lot of trouble, I finally got myself up and sat on my bed. Again the big poster next to my bed of my rock idol reminded me of how dull my life actually was. Twenty years old, single and not very attractive either. I only had to take a look to my left to watch in the mirror and see my skinny body and my brown hair.
I scratched my head a bit and grabbed my glasses from my desk while I pushed the button to start my computer. I was late already, so it would not matter if I'd hurry now. The moment I put my glasses on, it felt like a fog lifting from my sight. Being extremely short sighted is a pain sometimes, but there is very little to do about it - but I found that glasses really fitted my looks.
With a final look at the mirror while trying to flatten my hair a bit, my computer was finally ready with loading. Sometimes I wonder why I don't try to find a job to get a new computer. Even though I enjoy working with a computer more than anything else, it is a shame that my computer is very out of date. Fortunately, I use it mostly for the internet. You don't need a very good computer for that, just a decent connection, which I, fortunately, have.
With a quick move with my mouse, I actived every program that I normally use. My browser, Winamp and of course, the only thing I make contact with the most: MSN Messenger. With a smile on my face, I look at the icon of MSN going back and forth, showing clearly that it is loading. With yet another few movements with the mouse, I quickly opened the official site of a sport club I support and turning on a little music, while not really bothering to look what I exactly had actived in Winamp.
My smile became broader when I saw that MSN was finished loading and someone instantly spoke to me. I quickly looked at the name of the person who spoke to me and my smile slowly disappeared. It was John Keeney, a classmate of mine who is well known for barely ever showing up during class. In general, John is a nice guy, and one of the only people in class who doesn't actually make fun of me, but because of his 'relaxing' personality, I just don't like him much. Not is it just his 'relaxing' personality, is is also that he doesn't act very consistent. Some of the days he acts like a complete idiot, but other days he's very serious and very kind.
"Finally overslept, Rick?" Became visible on my screen.
With a loud sigh, I positioned myself in a more comfortable position and started to type.
"Yeah, and you're skipping classes again, as usual?" I asked John even though I already knew the answer before he even started to type.
"Do you really call it that, Rick? I just don't feel like going. I mean, if I go without motivation, I learn just as much as staying home *with* motivation" appeared on my screen once again. "But how in the world did you overslept, Rick? Normally you show up quite early on MSN, not to mention at school."
"I had a late night." I said, closing the chatting screen with John quickly afterwards and double clicking on the icon of MSN to see who else is online.
I scrolled through the list of contacts until I finally got to the forgein part. Like most people nowadays, I also had a few forgein people on my contact list. Though I never did learn their real names, it is good enough to call them at their 'nickname.'
I learned that the one with the nickname: 'Durlau' was a guy that is four years younger than me, making him sixteen, but he's quite bright for his age, often figuring things out a lot faster than me. A little childish when it comes to games though, but what else could you expect? I'm not complaining though, since I've had great conversations with him.
The only other one is called: 'Jillo' and is a girl of the same age as me, or so she told me. In all honestly, I enjoy it the most when talking to her than to anyone else. Perhaps because I don't feel the shyness when talking over the internet, than talking with someone outside it. Seeing that Jillo and I will probably never meet, it is a great way to increase my social aspects. She was also the reason why I overslept. I was chatting with her throughout the night, like I've done before. Everytime I do something like that, I have trouble getting up in the morning, but it never happened that I overslept. Everything has its first time, I guess.
It's embarrassing to say that I don't have the courage to just step up and talk to a girl in class. Despite being twenty years old, I never broke the barrier of shyness, or perhaps it are my looks that I am embarrassed about. Eitherway, I just can't find the guts to talk with any. That didn't make me very popular among the guys either.
"Makun's class starts in about ten minutes. Still feel like going to school, Rick? I'll make up an excuse for ya', if you want." John suddenly said while opening the a new chat screen again.
"Makun, eh?" I replied. "No, I think I'll call myself sick", I answered after a little moment of silence.
"Your call, Rick. See ya' tomorrow then, I'm gonna get myself a bite to eat" John mentioned right before he went offline.
I pushed the curtain away from my window that is located not far behind my monitor. I nearly blinded myself when I looked straight at the sun from the green chair I was sitting on. I quicky pushed the curtain back in front of it, trying to block a bit of the sun, but also letting some sunlight enter my room.
With a loud sigh I pushed myself against the back of my chair once again. Slowly closing my eyes and trying to remember what I dreamt about this night. Was it again a dream where I asked myself how Jillo could look like, and how it would be if I'd meet her? Perhaps it was the same dream I kept getting the last few months, dreaming to be a very social person, spending a lot of time with popular people and talking a lot of them. I always liked those two. They are both wishes I someday would come true, but either are not very likely to ever become reality... not the way I dream it.
I took another peek through the window. Through the part that was visible and not hidden by the dark curtain. I looked at a calm street, but I did not expect anything else during this time of the day. It was ten o' clock in the morning and not many people are on the street during this time. I am living in a very calm neighbourhood and rarely does a car drive through this small path. The small street I live in is usually used by children who are on the bike to school, or to a friend, since it is a great way to shorten a long distance. When I lived with my parents, I used to take this road as a short cut all the time. It was useful because it was fast, and my school (or college) is nearby.
Suddenly, a friendly smile appeared on my face as I saw Laura walking on the street, together with her younger brother Tom. Both Tom and Laura are sixteen, though Laura is eight months older. Both have lived here in the neighbourhood since I moved in here. I got to know Laura because of the paperboy out here. He seems to be good friends with her and he introduced me to her. It's always a pleasure for the eye to see someone like her with her long blonde hair.
I pushed myself back in my chair again, looking back at my computer screen, noticing that I didn't do anything with it at all. Since I started MSN, I didn't bother to start any other program since I was planning of going to school. But after the conversation with John, I decided not to go. I was completely strayed from my normal schedule. Even while planning everything, you can't always do what you want.
With a big yawn, I started a game.
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What? I had no reason to write this. I just felt like doing something.
There will be no sequal on this, nor will I ever do anything with it, since I just wrote something random. Though I usually write what pops in my head, I usually do give it a little time to think about it. This time, I didn't.
Anyway, hope you'll like it. It isn't very long, so if you feel like reading a bit.
Right.
I paid only half attention. For those who follow football/soccer, will know that the time I wrote it was during a match