slice of life

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Let's be honest here, I may be called weakling, but it's completely untrue. I am just lazier than a cow on a hot summer day. Now, that's the real fact about me. But, I mean, I guess it just shows off as me being incredibly weak compared to your average person, so it's whatever.

I kinda like the nickname though. Probably something like Stockholm Syndrome towards people calling me it, though, considering it probably ain't too positive of a name.

Eh, whatever. Do I really need to explain? A nice, air-conditioned room is really all I need, so they can call me whatever they want. Maybe I'll just drop out of the outside world and chill for the rest of my life in my room.

I would totally do that, if it weren't for a specific someone-or-other...

Do the dishes, she says. Clean your room, it's filthy like a pigsty! she complains. You don't do anything around here, you lazy child!

Blah,blah, blah. I'll get to it later. I respond nonchalantly. "Later" probably means "never," though.

She continues her endless rambling that I don't hear a single word of, standing in my doorway. Moooom, I groan, throwing back my head, hair flying off of my head. I'm buuuusy.

The rambling continues until she becomes irritated, stomping back down the hallway to continue whatever she was doing. I pick up my head, looking back at the sheet of paper sitting on the desk in front of me. Something math-related I couldn't care less about. The 90 degree weather made it impossible to do anything school-related.

I get up and climb out the window because I live on the first floor and I CAN. I don't want anything to do with the weather- I'm already soaking from the amount of sweat I have produced in less than 10 seconds of being in direct sunlight. Thankfully, most of the people who live near my house are smart, and are within their air-conditioned homes, unlike a certain someone, so no one saw me dying slowly of heat stroke. That would be embarrassing.

I finally walk up to the side of a small convenience store that sells some nice snacks. I grab a soda and some ice-cream, which melts nearly instantly once I leave. I swear, I could see my soda disappearing, the evaporation rate was at its peak in this death-causing weather.