This morning as i tied my shoelaces, i noticed how fat and ugly my legs are. My mother noticed them too and told me to put lotion on them to which i rolled my eyes. I kissed my mother and walked with heavy footsteps towards the lift lobby. While waiting for the lift, I checked on my reflection and sighed as i stared at my huge behind.

I got into the lift and sang "Anthem of Our dying Day" loudly. It is part of my daily routine to belt my heart out in the lift every morning. There are people who are bathroom singers but i am a lift singer. I continued singing, but 100 decibels softer, all the way to the station.

As i got onto the platform, i looked around for this cute guy whom i take the train with everyday before i realised that the train i would be taking was two trains earlier than the usual one i took. i considered waiting but got on the train anyway- cute-guy-less. i plugged in the earphones and with a stoic expression listened to the sounds of Finch with lead vocals, Nate Barcalow, screaming into my ears. I reached Yishun and i had to stop staring at my reflection on the train doors as human beings of all age and races flooded the train. I moved in like the lady announcer told me to and continued staring outside.

The train passed Lower Seletar Resevoir and i basked in its tranquilty for five whole seconds. In my heart, i was wishing i that i did not have to go to school which would mean wasting the beautiful morning away. I was about to look away when i saw a man who looked about twenty looking at me through the reflection on the train doors. I felt my cheeks flush as my ears grew hot. He had deepset eyes but had the body of a body-duilder. Silently i cursed. Why couldnt he be a seventeen year-old JC guy instead? I stopped blushing and remembered my friend's immortal words. Some guys have the most beautiful eyes but look like total shit. Or something like that.

The train pulled to a halt at Ang Mo Kio and i reluctantly pushed my way past the other passengers and grumbled rather audibly at the audacity of those who blocked the entrance. I casted a deep frown and glared at the fat asshole who stood in my way. I tsked loudly and grumbled some Malay swear words. I finally manage to make my exit and walked briskly towards the stairs- not before glancing at the red Fire Extinguisher sticker. I thought of peeling it off and mailing it as a souvenir to my friend who lives in Switzerland but i dismissed the idea as it was too early in the morning to be breaking the law.

With Finch still blasting in my ears, i made my way to school- having to walk the same route for the past three years and seven months. Along the way, i kept tugging at my pinafore, the source of all frustration in the mornings for the past three years and seven months, trying to avoid it getting all crumpled up at the back. I smiled at adorable black cat which tottered away on its fat legs [quite reminding me of my own] across the road.

I arrived at school while the sky was still pitch black and shouted profanities across the carpark at the discipline master who was making his way to the staff room. Well, i wished i did. I stepped into the dinky classroom and plonked myself onto the grey chair as i mentally prepare myself for another unbearable day at school.

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