At last

  I was going to have to speak to Jared, or he'd think I had something wrong with me, or worse; that I don't like him. It was probably a good idea to think about what I was going to say, or I'd just end up talking a load of rubbish.

  Music was a good start. I think we liked pretty much the same bands. I could ask him about Marilyn Manson. Everyone likes Manson, right? Yeah, don't answer that...

  Then there was the weather. I could mention how cold it was, even though it was Janurary. I'll only talk about it a bit, or I'll sound middle aged, talking about the weather too much. I actually have to plan what I'm saying to him. I'm so sad! It wouldn't be so bad if I could actually think of something half way intelligent to say, but I can't even do that in advance.

  Giving up on my bland rice, I turned off the television and threw the remainder of my meal into the bin in the kitchen. What could I do to take my mind off what was going to happen tomorrow?

  I opened the cupboard under the sink, and pulled out all the cleaning products. I sprayed a generous amount of cilit bang on the surfaces and scrubbed enthusiastically, scrubbing at even the tiniest of marks.

  I cleaned the whole kitchen until it was spotless. I even managed to bring myself to clean the filthy microwave. I didn't even try the oven though, I don't think that's ever been cleaned.

  Slightly dizzy from all the fumes, I picked up some polish and sprayed it on the windows. Unable to find a decent cloth to wipe them with, I settled for a dirty shirt on top of the washing machine. By the time I had done all the windows in the house, the shirt (which was originally white) was now black.

  Still not satisfied with the level of hygiene in the house, I pulled the hoover out from the cupboard under the stairs. I vacuumed every floor in the house, along with the grubby curtains and sofas. I had to empty the hoover twice the house was so dirty. I don't know when the last time I cleaned was, and I know Dad wasn't exactly Kim and Aggie's best student. I'm going a bit OCD.

  I swore at myself quietly when I remembered that I still had homework to do. Luckily, all I had was maths. When I pulled it out of my bag, I remembered it was algebra. My least favorite thing in the world. Now that I didn't have cleaning to distract me, I started thinking about Jared again, and could hardly concentrate on my equasions, or expressions, or whatever. Who invented pi, anyway? Who thought up a random number and said, 'I'll give this one a name!' I could do the same with 1.34362 or something and call it cake.

  Jared would be quite a good person to have as a friend. He seems like the sort of guy that likes a laugh, and cares about you. Hell, I'd settle for an axe murderer as a companion right now. Not that I'm hoping Jared is a psychopath, I'm just lucky to get someone like him.

  After a while with lots of unfinished questions and numerous wrong aswers, I gave up on my maths and put it in my bag. Now my mind was buzzing with Jared again. I was too tired to do anymore cleaning, so I went up to have a shower.

  When I was in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, which probably wasn't the best thing to do. My face was greasy with sweat from all the cleaning, and I suppose PE and running away from getting beaten up didn't help either. I had dark circles under my eyes, and a few black heads on my nose. Horay for make up, is all I can say about that.

  My hair looks like a frizzy birds nest. I don't even have a hairdryer, let alone straighteners, so there wasn't much I could do about that. Oh well. I took off my grubby and slightly damp school clothes and got into the shower.

  The back of my head hurt when I shampooed it, and the bruises on my arms were going brown. The one on my stomach was quite small, but it was that horrible green-ish colour. Very attractive. Looks like I can't walk around in just my bra for a while. What a terrible shame.

  What could I do with my hair? I thought as I got into my pyjamas. Trying to get it straight would be a waste of time, so I put it into lots of plaits. Not really small ones, I don't want the afro look. It took quite a while to do, and when I was finished, it was ten o'clock. I didn't have anything better to do, so I went to bed.

  Though I tried as hard as I could, I couldn't get to sleep for hours. It sounds so stupid, but I was nervous about walking to school with Jared. I know it would only take about twenty minutes for us to walk there, then wait until school starts, but I was scared that I would say something stupid.

  It must've been well past midnight when I finally drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The End

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