"What's it like to be the only person in loser class?" A guy from my class with spiked up hair and plastic facade asked me as I was silently doing my Maths work in class.
I didn't bother to glance up, but I did mutter, "Nothing compared to your class." He laughed and found that satisfying, toss his bottle from the table onto his palm and left the class, leaving me alone.
I didn't feel hungry today. In fact, I don't think the words 'I'm Hungry' ever left my mouth. I was too busy. Doing things that when I look back at, has done no benefits for me. Sometimes I forgot what I do.
I'm doing Maths during break, because I didn't want to eat. Because I'm not hungry. Does that make sense?
No, you say. But honestly, I never ever did make any sense. In any case, this can be proven by joining the one man's show dance class. Ugh, every time I think of that, I just cringe like it's the hugest mistake of my life. But I never could find the strength to release it. And I can't really understand why.
Then there was the girl, Delia. She stepped into it. I sort of pitied her, being the new student and not knowing what a failure the class is. What a failure I am. I could tell it in her face when I told her to stay during free periods. I know she wasn't going to show up.
Who would?
Who would give up their free time to go running up to a class that well, never did anything in the history of anything.
I lay my head on the table and tried not to think any further. I had to make up my mind, I had to quit Dance Club. It does me no good, and I'm busy, I'm pressured. I have no time for this.
But if I quit, I'd be doing nothing during free period. Unless I had some Shakespeare's work to be revised or something, which come rare nowadays as I finish it ahead of my underachieving class. Why am I even in this school?!
Why is Delia, such a GODDESS,placed in this school. This dumpster, this...grotesque situation. Why did she had to meet me? She's beautiful and stunning, but too much for me to handle. I had to stop obsessing, fantasizing.
She's going to fade, I promise myself.
She's like this temporary art piece, she's going to fade in color and you're going to see her as this girl who's just like any other.
That cheerleader, that bed-hopper, that every-guy-wants-her girl. She's common.
Get over her.
*
Walking out of the class during the LAST period, my day is over. I'm done. I'm going to go back home, crack a few beer and just die of loneliness.
And my feet stopped walking, and then I wanted someone to slap me right there and then. (It's very likely,for someone like me.)
Die of loneliness?
I've grown up being like this, why am I fussing over it now?
Finding the familiar pace again, I walked to my locker,opposite of the 'legendary' Jennifer Dane's, who acts all ladylike but really is a man sucking beast in her. And besides, she has fake boobs, you could tell.
I caught her one time without her clique when I was walking over to get some books back home, and she was muttering at herself on how she needed more 'fillings' in her boobs. Man, I almost gagged. And she saw me walk past her, immediately letting go of her grasp on her shirt and smiled innocently.
Jennifer Dane - the lady who told the whole school by strong commands that looks and appearances in Zelcosh didn't and SHOULDN'T matter. And she's been treating me like rag every time she sees me.
So what does that make her?
We need a new president, and fast.
*
"Could you just let go already?" Becks asked impatiently, as my fingers trudged her micro skirt and analyzed carefully how there were no steaks when she cut off her supposedly longer skirt. "You can't blame me for having long, lean legs. It looks longer on them because they're shorter." She shrugs indifferently as she takes a drink at the water dispenser.
I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, my bag behind me. Finally, school is over. I can finally go home and probably think about how insane my life has become.
"Becks?"
"Br-Ye-ah?" she gurgles. I cringe. She swallows. And wipes her mouth with the back of the wrist and asked again, "Yeah?"
"You know the whole Class President thing?" I asked, slowly, in case she got my drift too fast.
"CP, you mean."
I thought for a while. "Guess so."
"What about it? Jennifer Dane?"
"Nooo." Yeees. I don't know, why am I even starting this topic? "Nevermind, I forgot what I was going to say."
She gives me a disbelief look and grab her bag by the dispenser and starts walking. I stood there, glued,lost in my own world.
Whoohoo, Tuesday! Free Period! ADAM. And I felt my lips curled into an impeccable smile.
"What is wrong with you?" Becks demanded, grab me by the arm and starts stomping out to the foyer where her mum would pick her up and that crappy bus starts crawling around here.
"I think your bus might be here." she states matter-of-factly, glancing at the green watch on her wrist, "aaaaand I think my mum would've left me. We're 10 minutes late, in total."
Well, don't YOU look at me. You're the one who wanted to tell me everything about how cheerleading and breaking the other girls' necks went. Quoted, 'Brilliant, Fantastic, Butt-kicking'.
Becks, all summed up in one word, is insane.
"Alrighht," I drawled and we ran down the stairs only to be greeted by a circle of people, everywhere, and a whole lot of noise.
"What's going on?" I whispered to Becks as she, too, looks around frantically. And finally, Becks looked at me and says, "How would I know? I have to go, my mum's here. Thank GOD she didn't leave me."
She released my arm and waved to me as she fit into the crowd and was lost from my sight. I dropped the bag on the corridoor and made a path for me to see what was going on in the middle of the chaos. Reaching there, you could bet my face once again drew a frown, because all everyone was so intensed looking at was...none other than a dead rat.
Come on, how stupid can they get?
I heard the bus tramples along the rocky road before excusing myself from the weird people that were shouting, "It's moving!" or "Let's disect it!" or "Wait, let's CRUCIFY it!" with a lot of people laughing and walked to the bus, feeling emotionless.
And I had butterflies as I sat on the bumpy chair,thinking about Tuesdays with Adam again.
Oh cool, catch phrase: Tuesdays with Adam.
I reached my house at 3, only to be greeted by little sister, Maryam, the cutie pie that everyone adores. She tudges me by the arms, prodding me to come into her room, and as I entered, I saw splots of cake cream and splots of icing everywhere.
And then I groaned and instantly dropped my bag, again, "What have you done!?"
She flashes me a shining two-front-teeth-missing smile before making me realize, that I had to clean up for this. And I swear I fainted.
I didn't bother to glance up, but I did mutter, "Nothing compared to your class." He laughed and found that satisfying, toss his bottle from the table onto his palm and left the class, leaving me alone.
I didn't feel hungry today. In fact, I don't think the words 'I'm Hungry' ever left my mouth. I was too busy. Doing things that when I look back at, has done no benefits for me. Sometimes I forgot what I do.
I'm doing Maths during break, because I didn't want to eat. Because I'm not hungry. Does that make sense?
No, you say. But honestly, I never ever did make any sense. In any case, this can be proven by joining the one man's show dance class. Ugh, every time I think of that, I just cringe like it's the hugest mistake of my life. But I never could find the strength to release it. And I can't really understand why.
Then there was the girl, Delia. She stepped into it. I sort of pitied her, being the new student and not knowing what a failure the class is. What a failure I am. I could tell it in her face when I told her to stay during free periods. I know she wasn't going to show up.
Who would?
Who would give up their free time to go running up to a class that well, never did anything in the history of anything.
I lay my head on the table and tried not to think any further. I had to make up my mind, I had to quit Dance Club. It does me no good, and I'm busy, I'm pressured. I have no time for this.
But if I quit, I'd be doing nothing during free period. Unless I had some Shakespeare's work to be revised or something, which come rare nowadays as I finish it ahead of my underachieving class. Why am I even in this school?!
Why is Delia, such a GODDESS,placed in this school. This dumpster, this...grotesque situation. Why did she had to meet me? She's beautiful and stunning, but too much for me to handle. I had to stop obsessing, fantasizing.
She's going to fade, I promise myself.
She's like this temporary art piece, she's going to fade in color and you're going to see her as this girl who's just like any other.
That cheerleader, that bed-hopper, that every-guy-wants-her girl. She's common.
Get over her.
*
Walking out of the class during the LAST period, my day is over. I'm done. I'm going to go back home, crack a few beer and just die of loneliness.
And my feet stopped walking, and then I wanted someone to slap me right there and then. (It's very likely,for someone like me.)
Die of loneliness?
I've grown up being like this, why am I fussing over it now?
Finding the familiar pace again, I walked to my locker,opposite of the 'legendary' Jennifer Dane's, who acts all ladylike but really is a man sucking beast in her. And besides, she has fake boobs, you could tell.
I caught her one time without her clique when I was walking over to get some books back home, and she was muttering at herself on how she needed more 'fillings' in her boobs. Man, I almost gagged. And she saw me walk past her, immediately letting go of her grasp on her shirt and smiled innocently.
Jennifer Dane - the lady who told the whole school by strong commands that looks and appearances in Zelcosh didn't and SHOULDN'T matter. And she's been treating me like rag every time she sees me.
So what does that make her?
We need a new president, and fast.
*
"Could you just let go already?" Becks asked impatiently, as my fingers trudged her micro skirt and analyzed carefully how there were no steaks when she cut off her supposedly longer skirt. "You can't blame me for having long, lean legs. It looks longer on them because they're shorter." She shrugs indifferently as she takes a drink at the water dispenser.
I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, my bag behind me. Finally, school is over. I can finally go home and probably think about how insane my life has become.
"Becks?"
"Br-Ye-ah?" she gurgles. I cringe. She swallows. And wipes her mouth with the back of the wrist and asked again, "Yeah?"
"You know the whole Class President thing?" I asked, slowly, in case she got my drift too fast.
"CP, you mean."
I thought for a while. "Guess so."
"What about it? Jennifer Dane?"
"Nooo." Yeees. I don't know, why am I even starting this topic? "Nevermind, I forgot what I was going to say."
She gives me a disbelief look and grab her bag by the dispenser and starts walking. I stood there, glued,lost in my own world.
Whoohoo, Tuesday! Free Period! ADAM. And I felt my lips curled into an impeccable smile.
"What is wrong with you?" Becks demanded, grab me by the arm and starts stomping out to the foyer where her mum would pick her up and that crappy bus starts crawling around here.
"I think your bus might be here." she states matter-of-factly, glancing at the green watch on her wrist, "aaaaand I think my mum would've left me. We're 10 minutes late, in total."
Well, don't YOU look at me. You're the one who wanted to tell me everything about how cheerleading and breaking the other girls' necks went. Quoted, 'Brilliant, Fantastic, Butt-kicking'.
Becks, all summed up in one word, is insane.
"Alrighht," I drawled and we ran down the stairs only to be greeted by a circle of people, everywhere, and a whole lot of noise.
"What's going on?" I whispered to Becks as she, too, looks around frantically. And finally, Becks looked at me and says, "How would I know? I have to go, my mum's here. Thank GOD she didn't leave me."
She released my arm and waved to me as she fit into the crowd and was lost from my sight. I dropped the bag on the corridoor and made a path for me to see what was going on in the middle of the chaos. Reaching there, you could bet my face once again drew a frown, because all everyone was so intensed looking at was...none other than a dead rat.
Come on, how stupid can they get?
I heard the bus tramples along the rocky road before excusing myself from the weird people that were shouting, "It's moving!" or "Let's disect it!" or "Wait, let's CRUCIFY it!" with a lot of people laughing and walked to the bus, feeling emotionless.
And I had butterflies as I sat on the bumpy chair,thinking about Tuesdays with Adam again.
Oh cool, catch phrase: Tuesdays with Adam.
I reached my house at 3, only to be greeted by little sister, Maryam, the cutie pie that everyone adores. She tudges me by the arms, prodding me to come into her room, and as I entered, I saw splots of cake cream and splots of icing everywhere.
And then I groaned and instantly dropped my bag, again, "What have you done!?"
She flashes me a shining two-front-teeth-missing smile before making me realize, that I had to clean up for this. And I swear I fainted.
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