RETURN TO MISTASIA
PHILLIP & WHIZZY TRILOGY (BOOK 2)
I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL
Chapter 2
“Ugh! What is that
sound?” I rolled over in my bed and opened my stinging eyes. My head spun like
I had just been on an amusement park ride for days. My alarm clock buzzed its
annoying tone. It was a cross between a fire alarm and an injured cat…mostly
because I beat it viciously every time it went off. Swinging my arm like a
hammer, I smashed into the clock and knocked it onto the floor. “I don’t wanna
go to school.” I said that every morning…like it would magically change my
fortune. It never did. I always had to go to school.
After struggling out of
bed and getting dressed, I dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I stared into the mirror.
My fiery hair wildly waved back at me with every movement. I hadn’t had a hair
cut in about three months and so it sort of resembled octopus tentacles hanging
off my head. Each eye blinked independently, and my eyelids felt so heavy.
“Toothbrush...Toothbrush?
Where the heck is my…?” I searched through the drawers without luck. After
slamming the drawer to my right in disgust, a voice startled me.
“Michael, sweetheart?
You’re up early.” It was my mother.
Early?
I thought. I got up for school at this time everyday.
My mom stood in the
bathroom doorway with a stunned look on her face.
“I’m getting ready, Mom,”
I snapped.
“Michael Whizzenmog, you
watch your tone young man!” She didn’t sound happy.
I didn’t even want to
look her in the eye. She had a way of making me feel guilty about my attitude.
The sensation of her glaring down at me burned the side of my neck. She waited
patiently for an apology. I couldn’t take it any longer.
I exhaled, “Sorry, Mom.”
“Thank you, Michael.”
She disappeared from the
doorway and walked down the hallway.
I opened the drawer to my
left and found my toothbrush. As I reached for it, I heard my mom call to me
from down the hall.
“Yeah, Mom?” I called as
I poked my head into the hallway to hear her better.
“Michael, you know it is
Winter break. You don’t have school today!”
My shoulders dropped and my toothbrush fell out of
my mouth and onto the floor. I muttered inappropriate things under my breath so
she wouldn’t hear. I had forgotten to turn my alarm off and now I was awake…way
too early.
Two hours later my twin
sister, Rachel, came bouncing down the stairs, happy and perky as usual.
“Morning, Whizzy!”
I just groaned as I lay
with my head resting on the arm of the couch.
“Well! Someone’s happy
this morning,” she responded.
“Your brother forgot to
turn his alarm off,” my mom interjected from the kitchen.
Rachel just laughed and
went in to join her.
I rolled toward the back
of the couch and buried my face in the cushion. Shut up! I yelled into the couch.
“What’s wrong, Michael?”
“Nothing, Mom!” I quickly
responded as I bolted up into a seated position.
Why does she have to be so happy? I wondered about my
sister. I might still challenge the fact that we were actually twins. We don’t
even look alike. She had long straight reddish-brown hair, green eyes and was
about four inches taller than me. That’s right…my twin sister was taller than
me. It is awful. People at school think she is pretty…Pretty? I don’t even want
to go there.
It didn’t matter. She had
been really nice to me this school year. We almost never talked in middle
school. Now, after what happened in Mistasia last summer, she was different.
“Michael. Breakfast is
ready!”
Well, at least Phillip will be here this afternoon!
Copyright Held by: Christopher M. Purrett
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