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I smiled sweetly at him, " The pleasure is all mine Mr. Gordon."
" I see, why weren't you here with us yesterday? "
" I.... I was not feeling well yesterday. "
" So you were not the girl I saw at the window walking at the farther end of the football field then? " Mr. Gordon ask suspiciously.
Traitorous windows.
I swallowed hard, " No that was not me Sir. "
Liar liar chicken dinner.
Shut up.
" Well, I am sorry for the disturbance you can take your seat now. " Mr. Gordon said and added, " Ms. Corbin I hoped you'll start practicing on waking up early. I'll let you off for now, but let this be a warning and I have been your teacher since junior year Ms. Corbin I can distinguish you very well. "
I gulped harshly and replied, " Yes, Mr. Gordon. "
How can you forget that his been your teacher since junior year?
Am I not allowed to forget things?
You can but how can you forget such a crucial piece of information?
I took a deep sigh and sat at the vacant seat that was in the aisle I don't like being in the aisle but this is what I get for being late again.
I should've agreed when my mother told me to get a governess when I was seven but my childish mind kept whining about the thought of not going to school anymore and not be able to see my friends good thing dad and Oceanues my big brother was still there to tell me that I am better off without one which convinced my mother and when I thought about it my mother isn't always a reasonable person I sometimes wonder how dad and Frère manage to reason with her.
I listen attentively to class about Mr. Gordon speaking about stories that I didn't read like Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice and other works of greatest authors from the eighteen hundreds or ninety's.
I never read those kind of books usually the books I read are the books that are not publish decades ago.
I never understand why people like them no cut that I don't even know how people manage to understand them the words they used the way they construct the paragraphs and sentences are just way to complex for me.
I can still get the thought of what the author is trying to comprehend to the readers but most of the time it just makes my head ache I only have a few brain cells living and the books that Shakespeare writes are planning on killing them.
Shakespeare have mercy on my brain cells.
And art I also don't know why people manage to understand art especially abstract art some art are worth millions and yet it just look like gibberish you can't see anything relatable in it.
It just pain in a canvas there's nothing special to it people keep saying that a person's art speaks a lot about themselves.
Well there right the person who thought about abstract painting must be confused or not frustrated that he just grab a can of paint and started pouring it in a canvas and decided to sell it for millions of dollars.
It's a scam people who wasted there money on paintings that doesn't even mean anything got scammed.
If people are planning to get themselves fooled at least buy a painting that can actually be called as 'art' there's a difference between pretty and creepy a painting of the milky way? That's pretty painting of a dude who you haven't met and has been dead for hundreds of years? That's creepy. Like really really creepy like a dude who is in a bush holding a camera creepy.
I was knocked out of my reverie when someone put something on my desk when I look at it it's a neatly folded piece of paper yes it's neatly folded like corners to corners edge to edge and the person who folded must have soft gentle hands since the paper doesn't have any rinkles or signs that it's has been touch.
I opened it carefully, afraid to ruined the papers poise when I finally opened it I was introduced by a cursive hand writing that can be considered as a calligraphy because of how the font was written elegantly and beautifully.
You are thinking so deeply, I can see it, and I cannot bring my whole attention to what the teacher is discussing knowing that there is something bothering you.
There's only one person I know that speaks like this and isn't it shocking that when I read this it was as Kane's voice that I heard and not mine.
Looks like my mind already saved him in my Memory Card.
Boooooooooooo you suck.
I mentally sighed, I am so pathetic aren't I?
Yes, yes you are.
Thank for the encouragement.
You're welcome, by the way you forgot to bring a wet fish today.
Oh right, my wet fish let's just bring some tommorow.
Then another piece of paper just like the first one was put on my desk again.
Are you mad at me?
Am I the only one who thinks this is so cute?
Stop having a mental conversation and just write something.
I'm fine Kane.
I write it in another peice of paper because it would be a shame to write my message with a handwriting that was run over by a tornado near his calligraphic message.
Then another piece of paper put on my desk again.
You have been disregarding my presence since you arrive.
I look at Kane that was apparently beside me the whole time and I didn't even notice I was just too caught up with what I was thinking I didn't even look at him.
I am not ignoring you I just haven't notice you were there.
I gave it to him and then I saw him at the corner of my eye reading it and writing something before giving it back to me.
So what is this?grade school? the pass the paper kind of thing? Or let's talk using papers and then the teacher confiscates the paper and read it aloud so that the whole class would know about your conversation.
I have been whispering your name for quite some time but you did not even bother to respond nor glace at me.
I should really start on paying attention to what's happening around me and not get caught up in my own little world.
I am not, let's just talk when the class is over I don't wanna get detention.
I gave it to him he tap me slightly on the shoulder that made me look at him he gave me a questioning look and I mouthed 'what?'
He look at Mr. Gordon who is still talking about damn knows what and look at me again and mouthed to me words I can't quite figure out
Hey I am not a mind reader how I am supposed to know what his talking about then he face me the paper and pointed at the word 'detention'
Oh God don't tell me he doesn't know what detention is.
I took a paper and wrote 'I'll explain later.' Then he read it and nod at me and listen back to what Mr. Gordon is speaking.
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I looked at my watch and it has only been fifteen minutes
Fifteen dang minutes.
No, I am still at Lit class and i have only been here for fifteen minutes
Why does fifteen minutes feel like fifteen years I am growing old here I can feel myself aging
It will only be a matter of time till I start growing white hair
The hand of the wall clock in the classroom moves tooooo sloooowwww
Tick......................tock...............tick.............tock.....
I mentally groaned.
Jesus Christ!
I took one deep breath to calm myself
I look at my watch again it has only been seventeen minutes.
Fvvvvvvvccckkkk!!!!
No I can't take this anymore!
I stand up that made everyone look at me.
" What's the matter Ms. Corbin? "
" Can I go to the bathroom sir? "
Mr. Gordon stared at me for a good long minute before grabbing a hall pass and giving it to me I grab the hall pass and hurriedly went outside the classroom before I successfully went out I heard someone say 'wow looks like she really needs to go.'
I was passing the empty corridors of Malenia High when I bumped into someone when I look ahead I see it was a chest a man's chest I look up and I saw the student body president Rio Grande Morisson
" Your hall pass Ms. Corbin? "
" Seriously? I didn't skip class Rio. "
" I know, but as the hall monitor i have to check your hall pass. "
I rolled my eyes before showing him my hall pass.
He nodded, " Okay you can go now. "
" Finally. " I mumbled.
Right when I was about to leave he stopped me.
" What? " I spat.
" I am having a party at my house your invited by the way. " He said and gave me an black envelop with ' You're Invited ' written on the front in gold font and left off.
Rio's not the typical nerdy kind of guy, he's one of the a popular kids and people envy him because of his smart brain and well defined body but I never find the hots for Rio maybe because we grew up together and that he's practically a brother to me but he drifted off when we reach second grade and we never been the same since we just act casually like mere acquaintances when we crossed each other's paths.
Me and Rio were strangers that became play dates to friends to best friends then back to strangers again.
Rio is a good guy and a good president he has been president of the student council since junior year that's because of his outstanding five point zero GPA and his family is also one of the most respected family here in Malenia.
The only problem why he irritates me is because of how blind he is can't he see that his girlfriend is an evil spawn, the reincarnation of Lucifer itself.
I may sound overacting but it's true. One time at gym class her girlfriend put spaghetti on my gym shoes and trust me when I say it wasn't a good feeling.
And on fifth grade his girlfriend put bubble gum on my hair and because of that I had to cut my hair short and I don't look good with short hair because it emphasizes my chubby cheeks.
And no, it's not cute my chubby cheeks reminds me how that demon spawn always calls me a fat pig when I was still in first grade when I reach third grade I was determined to lose weight and since that was the time dad left us it was pretty easy not to eat anything since Mom and Frére don't care about me anymore they didn't bother checking up on me if I ate anything and I am not really close to the maids at the house so no one really cared about me.
When I reach fifth grade I wasn't a fat pig anymore and I wasn't a stick pole either. But I still had a chubby cheeks,since I am not very easy to see anymore people started forgetting about me being a fat pig and started focusing on some kid I didn't know who the kid was but they keep calling him a freak for some reason.
I keep on defending the kid though but I never knew who the kid was, but he was always warning sunglasses for some reason.
When I saw the girls bathroom I immediately went inside and look at myself at the mirror and sighed.
I look like a mess.
I was washing my hands even though it wasn't dirty I don't know I just like the feeling of cold water running down my skin it calms me my whole being feels serene.
Do you ever get that feeling where you don't even have a problem or anything to worry about but you just feel so tired that it feels your lifting all the world burdens.
You don't have anything to overthink about but you keep overthinking somehow.
I am not a nerd I am not an outcast I am not anything to be targeted of bullying my grades are fine I don't have to worry about my future I can have everything I want in the world to finest designer bags to luxury dining I can buy a whole island and I could still have money to spare to but another one but why do I feel so.....
Empty?
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