Honestly, dad crept me out a little. It was either that or me suddenly feeling, almost...sad. Yeah for Michael Jackson, but for dad's lack of communication with me. I've sort of grown up with it, and I've never seen it such a big issue.
Oh well, maybe Dads have PMS too.
Today, Zelcosh building looked a little different (I was having butterflies for the dance class today). It looked gloomier, something coming to dawn on it. I ignored my instincts and walked up to my locker, all the while my mind thinking of Final Destination 3. Jennifer Dane was there, applying orange lip gloss and unsurprisingly, does not make her look ridiculous.
Cautiously, afraid of my apple-rolling mistake, I opened my locker and tried to not gaze at her although it was super hard. She was so gorgeous and, mean-looking, it was like I was watching 90210 in 3-D. I grabbed a few History books, ready for the warrior story teacher had stopped teaching before and closed the locker after grabbing one of my granola bars. I left a whole year of supply in there, I tell you.
That's why I have a flat tummy, which is the lone feature I'm sort of proud of. Because you could just see me and go, "That girl is pretty," and bring one of Zelcosh girl student and says, "Wow..." and run out of words. Anyway, I'm the underdog...or an under-female-dog.
MJ's songs were wheeling in now, and I'm viciously opening my packet of granola and starts biting the grains off before setting my feet and going to walk to class, when I spotted Adam, standing opposite of me and bending over handsomely to grab a book he'd just dropped.
He was about a few meters far so it was hard to read what a mohawk-guy mouthed to him angrily as Adam clearly dismissing his rudeness and continued picking up his books before composing himself and walked away. One second after I lost sight of him, I realized my drool was coming out and dripping from my granola and sure enough, Jennifer Dane, I could see from the corner of my eyes, scowled deeply at the mere sight of me. I could see her gag a little before hurriedly closing the cap of her lip gloss, dumping it in and walked sissily away.
Gosh, I hate her.
She makes me feel like drooling over a guy is such an abnormal thing...but again, who'd drool this much,right?
"Whoohoo!" Becks cheered and I turned swiftly behind before smelling the wasp of her perfume. She stands unconcerned and a smile plastered across her face. "Hey D!" she greets before her smile turns to this grossed-out expression as her eyes land on my wet granola bar. "EWWWW, IS THAT DOG DROOL?" she gingerly points at the bar, and I immediately frowns.
"You know what, just shut up. I've had enough of ...of..."
"Drama?"
"DRAMA ! And it's only, like, the beginning of school. Jennifer caught me, salivating."
"Drooling?"
"SALIVATING!"
She raises one eyebrow and shuts her eyes, nods vehemently and links arm with me. "Salivating, it is. Well, what are you going to do today, ye maiden of distress?"
Okay, I never knew she could use, 3 syllabus or more in a sentence. Either way, I was impressed. "Firstly, I'm throwing this granola," I said, tossing it into a nearby gray bin, "secondly, I have dance lessons with Adam. That's it,actually."
"Ohhh," she drawls out. "I have some news for you, but I don't think you'll be thrilled."
I sighed. Why am I not surprised?
"Just spill."
"JenniferDane'sinthecheerleadingteam." she said in a breath.
I digested it...repeating the sentence in my brain, and slowly nods my head. "I'm not thrilled, yes, but I don't think I care?"
"Oh."she shot me a relieved look. "What class do you have now? I'll walk you there."
"No need. My history class is right in front of me." I smiled warmly at her and she laughed, realizing we've been walking a big distance, and lets go of me, waves goodbye and walks off.
I turned the knob and settles in one of the seats. Amber-eyed girl, Chantal, smiles at me as I past her a book she's lent me to copy down some notes. "Thanks for your help, I appreciated it."
"No problem, just ask me if you need anything else." She takes the book and smiles again, before the teacher walks in with this obscene clinky dress and noticable bigger boobs.
"Push-ups." Chantal whispered before I fell into giggles and walked to my seat again.
Mrs. L definitely looked, odd. I mean, she knew she resembles the figure of a peach, but maybe she needs to, take on a risk. You know, teachers really just do nothing but teach, scold, discipline, teach, eat, poop and sleep.
It actually is a whole list of things if you put pen to paper and really analyze what the details are. "Morning."
"Morning." The class greets back. A few whispers start to appear, all relating to her sense of fashion today.
"Open your textbooks, we were talking about the China history last week. We shall continue on the terracotta warriors." I silently applauded as the whole class fell into silence as she explained how some people were buried alive in the terracotta warriors itself so to not exploit the secrets behind the creations of...terracotta warriors. It's gruesome, really, but still, interesting.
"And until today, The Emperor's tomb is yet to be found. It's believed that the tomb is very, very huge. And people of which helped dug it were dead as the Emporer didn't want the location to be out to the public. You see, how this Emporer had it all thought out?"
A few murmered 'yes' were heard.
"And do you know the reasons of the existence of the warriors, anyway?" Mrs. L questions, her tone increasing with curiosity.
The class was quiet and still as we wait for her to answer her own question. "The Emporer wanted them to accompany him, even in his own death."
A few gasps were heard and I was one of them.
Mrs. L couldn't pull of a dress, but she could definitely teach. She was one heck of a teacher, I'll say.
*
Awesome, Awesome, Awesome! I chanted to myself as I quickly went to the girls' room and changed to my dance clothes. Oh my gosh, I'm so nervous! I was fumbling my shirt as I changed.
I slapped myself when I reached the cubicle before I changed and aggressively told myself to GET A LIFE! Adam's probably gay, yeah, like Adam Lambert.
But after a minute I prayed that he isn't. "Ugh, Delia, shut the heck up, would you? Why would a guy that irresistible like you?" I scolded myself, and that worked before it soon ate me up. Adam was too hot to ever like a girl like me. I mean, for all I know, he could picture me being a hobo, trying to get a dance class so I could finally learn a few basics of dancing and become a dancer to earn a few pennies to grab a slice of bread a day.
Wait, I can dance.
What am I saying!?
I could show him who's boss. Yeah, I could. If he thinks I'm such a hobo, I could totally see his face fall when he sees me spin around like a pro and dance like MJ. YEAH, HE'LL BE SO EMBARRASSED.
No, wait, I don't want him to be embarrassed. I want us to be equally good. So we could dance and be like, the perfect dance couple - if he doesn't think that I'm a beggar, that is. My hands finally cooperated and I pulled the hem of my shirt, pull up my pants and unlocks the cubicle door before unfortunately facing a girl with messed-up hair and a strained expression on her face. I immediately fell back before my hands caught the cold surface of the cubicle door.
"I've..." she whispered loudly for me to hear as she leans forward to me and as I slam harder against the door, "been...waiting...for...you...to...be....done...for...THE PAST ONE HOUR!" She screams and I was completely paralyzed. She pushes me away and pushes herself in the cubicle before slamming it.
"I-I'm...very...sorry!" I said, and raced to walk out before she could scream any further. Man, that girl was crazy! Suddenly, I felt that dance class would get worse than this.
AAAAAAAND, I stand corrected , it did.
Oh well, maybe Dads have PMS too.
Today, Zelcosh building looked a little different (I was having butterflies for the dance class today). It looked gloomier, something coming to dawn on it. I ignored my instincts and walked up to my locker, all the while my mind thinking of Final Destination 3. Jennifer Dane was there, applying orange lip gloss and unsurprisingly, does not make her look ridiculous.
Cautiously, afraid of my apple-rolling mistake, I opened my locker and tried to not gaze at her although it was super hard. She was so gorgeous and, mean-looking, it was like I was watching 90210 in 3-D. I grabbed a few History books, ready for the warrior story teacher had stopped teaching before and closed the locker after grabbing one of my granola bars. I left a whole year of supply in there, I tell you.
That's why I have a flat tummy, which is the lone feature I'm sort of proud of. Because you could just see me and go, "That girl is pretty," and bring one of Zelcosh girl student and says, "Wow..." and run out of words. Anyway, I'm the underdog...or an under-female-dog.
MJ's songs were wheeling in now, and I'm viciously opening my packet of granola and starts biting the grains off before setting my feet and going to walk to class, when I spotted Adam, standing opposite of me and bending over handsomely to grab a book he'd just dropped.
He was about a few meters far so it was hard to read what a mohawk-guy mouthed to him angrily as Adam clearly dismissing his rudeness and continued picking up his books before composing himself and walked away. One second after I lost sight of him, I realized my drool was coming out and dripping from my granola and sure enough, Jennifer Dane, I could see from the corner of my eyes, scowled deeply at the mere sight of me. I could see her gag a little before hurriedly closing the cap of her lip gloss, dumping it in and walked sissily away.
Gosh, I hate her.
She makes me feel like drooling over a guy is such an abnormal thing...but again, who'd drool this much,right?
"Whoohoo!" Becks cheered and I turned swiftly behind before smelling the wasp of her perfume. She stands unconcerned and a smile plastered across her face. "Hey D!" she greets before her smile turns to this grossed-out expression as her eyes land on my wet granola bar. "EWWWW, IS THAT DOG DROOL?" she gingerly points at the bar, and I immediately frowns.
"You know what, just shut up. I've had enough of ...of..."
"Drama?"
"DRAMA ! And it's only, like, the beginning of school. Jennifer caught me, salivating."
"Drooling?"
"SALIVATING!"
She raises one eyebrow and shuts her eyes, nods vehemently and links arm with me. "Salivating, it is. Well, what are you going to do today, ye maiden of distress?"
Okay, I never knew she could use, 3 syllabus or more in a sentence. Either way, I was impressed. "Firstly, I'm throwing this granola," I said, tossing it into a nearby gray bin, "secondly, I have dance lessons with Adam. That's it,actually."
"Ohhh," she drawls out. "I have some news for you, but I don't think you'll be thrilled."
I sighed. Why am I not surprised?
"Just spill."
"JenniferDane'sinthecheerleadingteam." she said in a breath.
I digested it...repeating the sentence in my brain, and slowly nods my head. "I'm not thrilled, yes, but I don't think I care?"
"Oh."she shot me a relieved look. "What class do you have now? I'll walk you there."
"No need. My history class is right in front of me." I smiled warmly at her and she laughed, realizing we've been walking a big distance, and lets go of me, waves goodbye and walks off.
I turned the knob and settles in one of the seats. Amber-eyed girl, Chantal, smiles at me as I past her a book she's lent me to copy down some notes. "Thanks for your help, I appreciated it."
"No problem, just ask me if you need anything else." She takes the book and smiles again, before the teacher walks in with this obscene clinky dress and noticable bigger boobs.
"Push-ups." Chantal whispered before I fell into giggles and walked to my seat again.
Mrs. L definitely looked, odd. I mean, she knew she resembles the figure of a peach, but maybe she needs to, take on a risk. You know, teachers really just do nothing but teach, scold, discipline, teach, eat, poop and sleep.
It actually is a whole list of things if you put pen to paper and really analyze what the details are. "Morning."
"Morning." The class greets back. A few whispers start to appear, all relating to her sense of fashion today.
"Open your textbooks, we were talking about the China history last week. We shall continue on the terracotta warriors." I silently applauded as the whole class fell into silence as she explained how some people were buried alive in the terracotta warriors itself so to not exploit the secrets behind the creations of...terracotta warriors. It's gruesome, really, but still, interesting.
"And until today, The Emperor's tomb is yet to be found. It's believed that the tomb is very, very huge. And people of which helped dug it were dead as the Emporer didn't want the location to be out to the public. You see, how this Emporer had it all thought out?"
A few murmered 'yes' were heard.
"And do you know the reasons of the existence of the warriors, anyway?" Mrs. L questions, her tone increasing with curiosity.
The class was quiet and still as we wait for her to answer her own question. "The Emporer wanted them to accompany him, even in his own death."
A few gasps were heard and I was one of them.
Mrs. L couldn't pull of a dress, but she could definitely teach. She was one heck of a teacher, I'll say.
*
Awesome, Awesome, Awesome! I chanted to myself as I quickly went to the girls' room and changed to my dance clothes. Oh my gosh, I'm so nervous! I was fumbling my shirt as I changed.
I slapped myself when I reached the cubicle before I changed and aggressively told myself to GET A LIFE! Adam's probably gay, yeah, like Adam Lambert.
But after a minute I prayed that he isn't. "Ugh, Delia, shut the heck up, would you? Why would a guy that irresistible like you?" I scolded myself, and that worked before it soon ate me up. Adam was too hot to ever like a girl like me. I mean, for all I know, he could picture me being a hobo, trying to get a dance class so I could finally learn a few basics of dancing and become a dancer to earn a few pennies to grab a slice of bread a day.
Wait, I can dance.
What am I saying!?
I could show him who's boss. Yeah, I could. If he thinks I'm such a hobo, I could totally see his face fall when he sees me spin around like a pro and dance like MJ. YEAH, HE'LL BE SO EMBARRASSED.
No, wait, I don't want him to be embarrassed. I want us to be equally good. So we could dance and be like, the perfect dance couple - if he doesn't think that I'm a beggar, that is. My hands finally cooperated and I pulled the hem of my shirt, pull up my pants and unlocks the cubicle door before unfortunately facing a girl with messed-up hair and a strained expression on her face. I immediately fell back before my hands caught the cold surface of the cubicle door.
"I've..." she whispered loudly for me to hear as she leans forward to me and as I slam harder against the door, "been...waiting...for...you...to...be....done...for...THE PAST ONE HOUR!" She screams and I was completely paralyzed. She pushes me away and pushes herself in the cubicle before slamming it.
"I-I'm...very...sorry!" I said, and raced to walk out before she could scream any further. Man, that girl was crazy! Suddenly, I felt that dance class would get worse than this.
AAAAAAAND, I stand corrected , it did.
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