yesterday i woke up and almost had a heart attack. it was eight o'clock. i dashed out of the house and i was on the tour de france, or it seems like it. my legs were sore but i got to school by eight thirty. i changed my schedule for the 8th time, and now i have first period free so technically, i wasn't late. i swear, it wasn't a coincidence that i overslept.
today was equally jolting and alot more humiliating. after school i was riding the bike home and somehow the ground seemed to shift below me. i couldn't control myself and gracefully, flew in style. meaning i fell flat on my butt while half the school stood watching me. everyone was going 'ohmygod are you okay?' and just sat there on the ground thinking 'fuck.'
i was okay, unfortunately the bike wasn't. it somehow wasn't working, so i walked and dragged the thing. a lady was walking her dog. i decided to ask her if she knew where i can get the bike fixed. i was real scared. the bike wasnt mine and i'd broken it.
the lady told me to hold her dog's leash and the bag of dog doo doo. she took a look at the bike and said the chain was just out of place, and she popped it back in.
i think if i wasn't holding dog doodoo i would've kissed her. she totally saved my bruised ass.
more later, bahu bahu
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