ANNA'S POV
The same old blond schoolgirl makes an appearance who is panic-stricken to get moving her butt to her locker which is right by the side of mine. She is overly brainwashed. I let out a long sigh along with a subtle eye-roll because C'mon this has been happening for ages and I am so done with this. Does she wanna die or what? Whenever I encounter her, she exasperates me.
I need to put this brainless blondie back to her place. I watch her closely crossing my arms and glower at her as if I want to throttle her which I really want to do. She notices my incensed eyes watching her. She is standing still trembling, not moving an inch. She needs to know how much she annoyed me for past weeks and how much I had been controlling myself. She doesn't know what to do. She is just a standing dead body. I push her, It's more like I am shoving her, and I will keep pushing her until she bothers to take out a word from that mouth. Her eyes are teary, she's about to cry aloud.
"Am I scary?" I lash out. "Tell me! , am I?"
Nobody is burdening themselves to jump into my business. Everyone is concerned, To be sure. Nobody bothers to interfere because it's me. Nobody dares to if it's "Anna Garcia." Everyone is passing by. But not even a single soul wants to help this blondie. She starts to shed tears. I squeeze her cheeks firmly. " Listen here, you crybaby."I grab her cheeks more strongly and pull her head straight forcefully so she can see me. I wipe off her tears with my hands and release her cheeks firmly and allow her to leave. " Don't be seen in front of me again." I walk away angrily.
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Everyone is concentrating on fake "Dwayne Johnson" blabbering as if it is something fascinating. I occasionally crave for this bald science teacher to teach us how to construct a spaceship. I am better off being friends with aliens."If you could be any animal, what would you go for?" asks the teacher. "Let's hear from my students.", he adds.
"I would prefer to be a bird." A guy shouts from the back.
"Why is that? "
"So that I can shit on the whole world's head especially on balds." He gets all worked up and says eagerly.
Well, that is quite a humor. Every student in the class is laughing their ass off. I slightly smirk. The bald teacher is disappointed to get that savage reply from his children like students. He faces back and reads from the bulletin board hanging on the wall. "Teachers are expected to be inhuman saints these days so they can never raise their voices and they can never say anything that might sound like they're setting a limit with a student."
"You see, I can't even punish." he laughs in sorrow. "Class's over."
Everyone shouts with excitement " So soon?!"
"Why? , Do you guys want to study?"
"No thanks." says everyone in the class grabbing their bag at speed of light. Everyone is headed outside the class. I get out of the class only to find out my journal is missing from my bag. I search it around the area I am in right now. I find it nowhere. I head back to my class, I am almost about to enter the class but I just freeze, Baldie is sobbing. I have never heard him crying. He's always so cheerful and he is always spitting out dumb questions. It feels so strange. I generally do not care but there were several times when my thoughts about him were " This dumb bitch is always so happy, he will suffer one day." I have been wanting to tell him not to be so happy, it never stays. The more you're happy right now, the more you'll suffer in the coming days. Because it makes me feel good to see people suffering after numerous 24 hours of happiness.
I try to peek a little bit more, I spot a guy sitting alongside baldie. "Why does he look so familiar?" I try to get a glimpse of his face a bit more and he happens to be that guy I met by chance. He is calm and listening to MrJones. Mr.Jones? Who? Our teacher who we called baldie. More like who "I" called baldie. Baldie tries to speak in his shaky voice with tearful eyes. "E-very-thing is fading away. My Happi-ness. My everything."
Maybe this is enough. No more eavesdropping. I need to mind my own business here. I always hang myself with sentences like " I don't care" then what did I just do? I need to give myself a timeout. I forget about my journal because I will find it tomorrow anyway. As I am taking a step out of their conversation. That dumb guy says something which is not acceptable for me. At least for my soul, mind, and ME.
He pats Mr.Jone's shoulders and consoles him."If you ask me, happiness is always around us, it goes nowhere, It comes if we summon and it won't if we don't."
"Don't me so gloomy, happiness will come someday again knocking at your door, Look at me like this, it will come like this."
He makes an effort to make him laugh through his forceful funny facial expression. He makes croaky voice like cartoons. Mr.Jones finally laughs making his teeth wide. After all this counseling, They finally let themselves out of the class. And I finally get to enter the classroom. I search my journal in everyone's table. I check tables' feet, hand, and.....chair. My journal which I had been keeping away from dirty humans, not even letting it touch the ground is nowhere to be found. I let out a deep and long sigh. I am scratching my hair right now because I don't think I know what to do now.
"Are you searching for this? I hear a voice.