"Anthony?"
I look up to Tom who is loading me with my gear.
"You okay? You seem absent minded since gym. It didn't seem any tougher than usual."
"Nah, just a lot on my mind. I should just head back to Miku-tan and it will all disappear."
"Well good to know your escape from reality is still as normal as ever."
Can an escape from reality really be normal? I wonder what it's like for other people to walk down the street or to attend school? These powers aren't supposed to last past late teens, so will I be fine to attend college?(1)
I chuckle dryly.
"You can attend college. You can be an web designer. Didn't we promise to get through this at that time?" Tom smiled wide.
"I promised, too, you know," she said as she was running.
"Why are you so late, Lillian?" I asked her.
"She was just scaring underclassman that we're trying to steal your pencils," replied Tom.
"So only you can take my pencil?"
"Unlike those brats, I replace them with the same pencils of the same brand with the same amount of usage to the tee," Lillian responds proudly.
I sigh inwardly and realize the uselessness of this conversation.
"Thanks for cheering me up," I laugh.
Seeing my smile, Lillian also smiles while Tom watches over us.
"What's with the watches over you? I'm the same age as you. Don't go turning people into your parents on your own accord."
I'm laying in bed remembering this event. It hasn't even been half a day but I can't help but feel embarrassed by my behavior. Tom obviously knew what I was thinking, but why did Lillian notice. Is that because she's a stalker or because we've known each other since we were children? I guess I'll just be thankful for that.
________________________________
Melissa explains at the next study session (because Lillian is still holding them) that she can't retain anything long term. She seemed to have gotten into an accident and isn't able to remember much.
Is this a soap opera?
"Okay, I understand but have you told a teacher?" Tom asks.
"..."
"Being silent isn't going to help you. Look how far that's gotten Anthony."
"I always answer back and even protest to people bugging me."
"Yeah but no one takes you seriously."
"..."
"..."
"You've had it hard," Melissa said with pity in her eyes.
I don't want your pity.
Why is your first reaction, other than disgust, pity????
"Anthony stop going into a fetal position every time," Tom rebukes me.
"Then give me back Miku-tan!"
"You can hug me instead. Fufufu"
No need to react to the last response.
It's a fly in the room. Yes, a fly.
"Alright, no more playing around. You want to go to college right?"
"You want to go to college?" Melissa questioned. "It didn't seem that way with your grades."
"You're one to talk."
"Stop! I feel like a parent. Am I really 15???" Thomas exclaimes.
Hahaha, I've asked that lots. Toms like an old man with his hobbies. Crossword puzzles and feeding pigeons.
If you keep making fun of my hobbies I'll let Lillian know where your baby pictures are, Tom forces his thought in my head.
Scary.
You can't.
I was dressed as a girl most of my childhood.
There are even pageant 101 tips in them.
The shame.
What to do?
[A/N: I'd like everyone to know that ink-stone, which is the site to upload our novels has been acting buggish for a while and its been saying that a chapter is out but not showing up on the site. And even worse it sometimes disappears from the website all together. I don't always save my work else where so it sometimes gets deleted and then i have write it all over again. Please understand my frustration and why I have gotten slower in updates.
Also, I'm recovering from a cold. It rained again yesterday and who forgot a coat? Me!!! If you believe in a deity, pray for this author's common sense to come home. I've tried to post this since 5/31/18. Bruhhh you are picking fights inkstone grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr]