Less an attempt at 'great writing', more of an observation....

Beep beep beep be…
Lyn turned over groggily and smashed her fist down on the alarm clock.

It couldn’t be 7am already.

A tentative peer through sleep encrusted eyes confirmed that it was.

Gracefully swinging her legs out of bed she padded over to the bathroom, her pert bottom sashaying from side to side, switched on the shower at full heat, and closed the door. She liked the room to be ‘sauna esque’ before she entered.
Twenty minutes later, cocooned in a fluffy terry cloth towel she opened her wardrobe and selected her outfit for the day. Knee highs, pleated mini and cotton capped sleeved shirt.

Once dressed she brushed through her long mane of golden hair, slicked red gloss to her pouty lips, stood under a shower of fragrance then stood back to admire her reflection. Staring petulantly at her ‘stippled’ thighs she swore to stay off sugar that week, picked up her bag and headed downstairs an out of the door lighting a fag on her way.

*

Two floors down, Kimmy was sitting at a solid oak desk, littered in papers and enough stationary to fill a store, scribbling furiously and cursing impatiently. She reached out to grab her mug of coffee, muttering revision notes under her breath. Caffeine and sugar fuelled, her hands trembling like a Duracell bunny, the mugs handle slipped from her spindly fingers, and spilled its contents all over the table, and the cream carpeted floor.

Dizzy and worn, she slumped to the kitchen for comfort.

Shovelling mounds of chocolate chip ice cream into her mouth (and reminding herself to throw it up later) she heard the door bell ring.

It couldn’t be 8.15 already could it?

Searching in panic for her watch on the table, she saw that it was. Giving in she yanked her leggings up, pulled her belted waist in tighter and answered the door to Lyn.

*

Three blocks away, as children played with skipping ropes in the street, Nic was lying lazily across his bed, naked, and grinning like a Cheshire cat. Puffing inattentively on a joint and still revelling in the night’s events he pushed an empty bottle of Smirnoff from his bedcovers with his foot, a g-string slung round the neck.

Noticing the time he glided into action.

Switching off the play station, and clearing the mess from the floor (mostly empty condom packets, he reminded himself to buy more) he swaggered into the shower.

*

‘Hey’ said Kimmy acknowledging Nic distractedly.

‘Hey Kim. Hey gorgeous.’ Nic swung his arm around Lyn and replayed last night’s events in his mind, feeling his insides stir once more.

She simply smiled and penetrated his eyes for a moment. Perhaps they could slip away later.

Just then the bell rang.

A voice hollered,
‘Come on kids don’t loiter please. Get inside and gather for assembly!’

Kimmy, Lyn and Nic grunted at their teacher in response, and shuffled inside with the others, all of whom were chatting rapidly on their mobile phones, listening to their MP3 players and nursing last nights hangovers and come downs.

School was such a drag. They were sure high school would be better.