Walking With The Routine
Scarlett's POV
There are eight planets in the universe. Previously, they were nine. But, as Pluto just seemed to disappear. We are left with four plus four Earth's neighbors. I wonder sometimes, where did the coldest celestial body go? But, due to some research and not-so-usual-talk-with-friends. I am aware of some thoughts or in a certain way to put it, opinions. Like,
"It has exploded with the awesome 'BOOM!' sound". A statement by Bree Ashton.
But, I don't think it's an awesome way to put it.
"Or it might have just went out of the orbit." A point made by Ashley.
Planets don't have feet, right?
Considering them being so sensible, note the sarcasm. I asked the boys. And well, the literal answer I got was.
"Maybe, it's kidnapped." No one other than Ethan Marshall has such a Detective mind.
Roman was like, "You're right. Why didn't I think of that? We should definitely call the cops. Don't you think, Haze?"
"Absolutely. But, which cops would ever do the honor of finding a planet?" Then, she pauses. "Oh I know, the space cops. Star wars. Or even better. NASA."
Funny. That became the joke of the year. And insult of the century.
Apart from all the puns and jokes. The question remains, where did it go?
Or precisely, what happened to it?
But, I don't think 'Hamlet' or Miss Rosalie would ever be interested to sort out my new found confusion. I mean, after all I am sitting in my English literature class. With the teacher actually writing down some useful stuff on the white board. That I am writing in my notebook, thinking about Pluto.
Or basically, just wanting to disappear like it.
Because, honestly this Shakespeare's play should be named Boredom. Not Hamlet. It's Cliché and I love it. It's English Lit and I live for it. But, this book is just not my thing.
I just don't-
"You don't know, what place you hold in my heart." What the.
"I want to tell you, but I can't. Why don't you tell me? Don't you feel the same?"
I turn to look behind me, to come face to face with a book.
"Please, Andrew. Stay. You are the dawn of my day."
I move the book out of the way. Because, I know it is hiding a face.
"Andy, don't choose someone else."
I just knew it, Michelle. Wait, her eyes are closed and she has laid down her head. Is she sleep talking? That's for sure.
"Andrew, don't go." She is dreaming about the guy she loves. How charming.
Not so charming in a class in which the lecture is just going to start, my inner voice scolds. Right, okay then.
"Michelle, wake up." I say trying to make my voice loud enough for only her to hear.
"Andy." She murmurs in her dream. And just at that precise moment, I hear the teacher call out,
"Okay, class. If you have wrote down the main points; I would like to start with page no.31 on your course sheet 'Hamlet'."
Uh oh, we're busted. I give her a slight nudge and whisper rather loudly, "Michi, wakey wakey."
"Andrew, no don't go." She says frowning.
"Michelle." I say sternly. And nudge a little harder this time.
"Scarlett, why is your voice in the background?" She says sleepily and half opens her eyes. "We are in class." I say reminding her.
That does the trick, she is up in a second and shuffles properly in the seat. I just look at her. "What? Are my hair a mess?" She asks confused.
She has no idea, what I am thinking about. Has she? I mean, she just was sleep talking about her love-mate, that is something shy worthy.
I give her a mysterious smile that says, I-Know-Something-You-Do-Not and add,
"No, everything's fine. I just know, that's all."
She frowns, but keeps the topic at bay. I turn around and concentrate on Mission 'Not-To-Think-About-Pluto'.
Fifteen thousand and eight years after, the bell rings. Kidding. Just fifteen minutes later.
I think, I am the first one to gather my books and my stuff and rush towards the door. Michelle matches my pace as I exit.
"What's the matter? Why are you in a hurry? Wait, lover?" She asks, her tone snide.
So, she assumes I have someone. Really, look who's talking. Just at the moment, Andrew passes us. He gives me a wave without moving his hand. And strikes a dazzling smile towards Michelle. Then, hurries along his way.
Michelle looks like, she's going to melt any minute, now.
I chuckle and add, "Sure, Lover." She scoffs at my comeback.
The bell rings, signaling us to run to our ways. I start walking, after I say, "See you at lunch." Her reply is, "You too."
My third class of the day, Biology. Time flies. And before I know it, the bell chimes for recess and my fourth period just ended. As I make my towards the locker, I place my books inside. And am soon greeted by my besties. We head towards the cafeteria.
Michi's telling us, all about how Carla got detention in Mr. Franklin's Economic class. Ashley and Ruby keep on pitying. On the other hand, Bree is continuously objecting and is reasoning, why she deserves it.
I open the door of the cafeteria for them and Ash suddenly asks me,
"What do you think, Scarlett?"
"I think, Carla deserves a chance. At least." I answer. I feel sympathy for her too.
I pay for my chicken burger and fries with soda at the canteen and with all of my friend's food trays in each of their hands. We go to our usual table, only to find our most stylish and fashionable friend already seated and eating like, she hasn't eaten in a day.
Amie Flinn. Her hair tucked up in a perfect ponytail and those talcum red tips as low lights are to die for.
"Took you long enough." She says, glancing at us. With us not saying anything and just standing there staring.
"Where were you?" Bree's the one to break the silence. We settle down and she raises her head. Those eyes. Look like, coffee beans.
Oh, I get it now. Eric wasn't hypnotized. He was caffeinated. I smile, they are perfect together.
An annoyed look crosses her face, "Being the head cheerleader of the Beavers, isn't as easy as talking. It takes time, practice and responsibility. And to answer your question, I was training in the gym. Actually, the first of you guys to reach school even."
Not always it is, my mind says. Talking, I meant. By the way, the "Beavers" is the name of our school's football team. They are the best, seriously.
"The game, is just reaching?" Ruby asks, confused.
"You didn't know?" Bree asks. Ruby shakes her head. "You're just never going change are you?" Bree mocks with a half smile. "Yes." Ruby answers proudly.
Attagirl. That's my friend.
"Hard work is the key to success." I say to Amie. Changing the topic. She smiles and nods.
"Hi, ladies!" Can Tony find any older way of addressing his friends?
He takes out a chair, so gracefully that it seems like he is having lunch with the president. But it's just me beside him. He sits and all the girls say their hi's.
"So, how was fencing?" He asks directing all the attention towards me. His eyes searching answers, even though it feels like, he already knows. But then, how will he?
"Oh, yeah. It was great. I won." I half announce grinning.
"Oh, poor Hazel." Bree says cutting in.
"Not poor Hazel, poor Lionel." He says correcting her. Oh, he knows, my mind says. But how?
"What? Lionel Richmond?" Bree asks. "Yes." He replies, without taking his eyes off mine. Even once. And the girls chorus at his reply, oooohhhhh.
"OMG, you're partners with Lionel. And what about Hazel?" Bree asks yet again. "Renay." I answer. "Renay Richards?" She confirms. I sigh and nod. She laughs and so do all the girls.
"So, I said it right, poor Hazel." Ha-ha. "Anyways, at least you're lucky." She says and I turn my head to give her a look saying, why is that?
"You got a charming and sweet blond God." She answers, as if obvious.
"Yeah, a charming and divulging blond God. Who just has weirdly distracting gold eyes. That makes fencing the most difficult thing in the world." I say sarcastically. They laugh again.
Boys join us. Andrew, Ethan, Robby, Edward and Eric.
Eric Roderick.
The example of 'Nothing is Perfect' but it's his imperfection that makes him perfect. Even with that lean body shape, there are girls that whip their heads just to look at him pass by. To the girl he is so deeply in love with. Amie.
He smiles, when he reaches her. Bends to give her a chaste kiss on the lips and then settles down. His light brown hair, fair complexion and hazel eyes are quite an attention seeker. I admit. Ethan being his usual immature self, motions Bree to sit on his lap. But she pushes him lightly and sits beside him. Andrew hugs Michelle and whispers something in her ear, that makes her giggle. Edward takes a chair and sits extremely close to Ashley. I think, just one more inch closer and they would be on each other. Robby takes a seat and links his fingers with Ruby.
A smile reaches my face.
They are perfect. They have it all. Why can't I have that happiness?
I sigh. "You can have it all." I hear him say it to me. I look at him to find him already looking at me. What kind of a story are those maple brown circles telling?
The bell chimes. Reminding that the recess is over. But no.
This story is unfinished.