What did I tell ya? School sucks so much. How can I survive when both of my friends are sick? Actually, a better question, WHY IN THIS DEAR WORLD ARE THEY BOTH SICK AT THE SAME TIME. Ah, those everyday questions.

I finally have the urge to move away from the comfortable idea that is sleep. I look back at our group conversation on my phone. "Sorry, Emily, I have strep." Mary had texted. "Urgg, stomach bug - gotta hate it." Harley had said. When I received those texts, I automatically went to the group chat where Harley and Mary were cracking up about this coincidence. I wish I were sick today.

"Emily, get your sorry butt outta bed and to the shower!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. I really don't wanna go to school today. My gut's telling me that something bad is gonna happen. I can't tell what, though. Maybe my teachers will finally get the idea to lower my self-esteem more since my friends won't be there.

"Flock." I texted into our group chat, "Gtg to..." For some reason, I wanted to build up the suspension of where I was going, "School".

I powered down my phone and shoved it into my book bag. And, with tons of regret, struggled out of bed.

I dug through my cleaned laundry and picked out a nice outfit. Honestly, I was surprised myself. I don't usually wear good outfits, but today just felt special, I guess.

This shirt was my favorite - lime green, darkened so it doesn't kill your eyeballs, with a smile in the middle. It's really simple, so I never have to worry about people complimenting me or making fun of me. We all love smiles, right?

The skirt I was gonna wear was a blue skirt with a hint of sparkles. I'm not a big glitter person, but I have to admit, it's a pretty good amount. Not so much that people yell at it cause it's so sparkly.

Perfect.

I threw on the outfit and rushed downstairs. The bus usually comes at six. I glanced at my watch. 6:01. Did I miss the bus? God I hope not. My mon would kill me if she figured out I didn't go to school. I look out the window. Nothing.

6:02.

Nothing.

6:05

Nothing. I am so dead. I missed the bus and there's no other way of transportation. There's only one option.

Call Mom.

So dead.

Why. Am I. Talking. In. Short. Sentences. Like this?

I sigh and turn on my phone. My friendly cat screen saver isn't making me as happy as it's supposed to.

The keypad then pops up, asking for my password. For some reason, I feel like I shouldn't enter it, like I shouldn't call my mom. But heck, I'm stuck in the ditch either way.

I type in my password and head for the call app. Wait. Lightbulb. We all know that my mom's gonna be flocking mad at me if she knows I missed the bus. But who can drive me to school and won't be mad? Mary's big sister!

So I turn my finger's direction to Mary's contact. I tap it and put my phone to my ear.

"Sorry, you have reached Mary -"

I power my phone off.

Well, as my english teacher always says, "If plane A and B fail, there's still 24 more letters in the alphabet."   The only problem with that is that I don't have 24 more contacts that can drive me to school.

DANGIT WHY DID I POWER OFF MY PHONE I STILL NEED TO CALL SOMEONE TO PICK ME UP AND BRING ME TO MY DARN SCHOOL.

Hey. Sorry rebels, I'm just not feeling the easy way out - staying home. My mom wouldn't just be mad at me, she'd kill me if I stayed home from school.

6:22

Wow, time is betraying me once again. I only have 44 minutes - wait, make that 43 - until school starts! I can't just drive myself! I don't even pay much attention to where the school even is.

Wait. I frantically power on my phone and rush to the texting app and - I totally regret this move - text Harley.

"Still have that map of the town?"

I honestly think it's childish for Harley to keep a map of the town. She has great sense of direction, and the only time she has ever used it is when she goes out of the town.

"Of course." She texted back after a minute or so. "But aren't u supposed to be in school?"

Trust me, if Harley and I were video chatting right now, she'd understand the whole story without me telling her. She can just guess that good from faces!

"Forget it, video chat me after school." I replied before continuing the map conversation, "Bring it over."

"Cant. Stomach bug, puking ever 5 seconds."

First of all, I think she may have exaggerated about the puking. And second of all - ew. Did she really need to talk about vomit? Of course she did, she's Harley.

"Mom? Dad? Can they bring it?" I texted frantically before I heard a grunting noise. I looked in front of me, and guess what? A bus is what! It wasn't my usual bus, though, and it appeared to have a different bus driver. But it stopped at my house so I just assume it's a bus substituting my bus. But it's late.

Part of me wanted to run onto the bus and scream at the driver, but, being the kind person I am, I walked on, (like a normal person), and said hi.

"Put ya cell away." The bus driver said in a tone as if he doesn't like me. Rude 101.

It was an old bus driver, I could tell. He had a big beard and his brows seem yo be permanently in anger. I did what he "asked" and put my cell phone away. Hopefully Harley never get her parents to bring the map over.

Ok, everyone in favor of helping me through this hard day say "I."

...

That's what I thought.