After the mishap that occurred in front of the whole class, what happened, actually even I don't know what happened. I have fallen into an endless abyss of hopelessness. All I remembered was that my high school life was over. Even if it isn't I will most likely still be labelled as the weirdo of the class 1-B or at worst.
And now I have suddenly found myself seated on the last seat of the left side of the table, next to the windows. Maybe this is a sign that I should just end it all, by jumping off, or it could be a sign that I have endless possibilities ahead of me. I don't really know which one it is, but the advice of the devil sitting on my elbow nudges me to choose the latter. Well it's advice does seem kinder so I guess I'll just roll with it.
Now the only path for me to pursue is to become the 'Happy go lucky' persona. A soft sigh escapes my lips as this unpleasant thought crosses my mind. I sink my head downwards into my arms, seeking comfort in this world of difficulties.
"Hey, Harvey was it?, it was pretty unexpected what you did earlier" said a high pitched voice on my right side.
Oh! My! God!
Someone has spoken to me, and at the worst moment possible. My head is down, and therefore I have no way of determining what their gender is or even what kind of expression they have on their face. I do not even have the slightest clue of what their intentions are. It could either be that they have malevolent intentions and want to tease me for messing about the debut of my high school life or they have a good personality and want to encourage me saying ' It was that bad' or something along those lines.
First of all I have to ascertain her gender. The probability of the individual being a male character is high, as there are not many females who would grasp at the opportunity of speaking to a male they know nothing about first, and least of all to someone who they have a bad impression of. If that was all we could have been pretty confident that the suspect is a male, but we also have to consider the fact that the voice was high pitched, which is a characteristic feature of females. The voice alone should have allowed me to ascertain the gender of the individual, but we must not forget that I am still in the first year of high, therefore under normal circumstances the age of students here should be fourteen to fifteen years of age. This is the age when individuals could still be undergoing puberty, this subjects their voice to sometimes fluctuate between high pitched and deep.
Therefor we can come to the conclusion that there is a seventy percent chance that the individual is likely a male.
Second of all the expression on their face. The expression of their face could directly reflect their intentions. If there is a smirk on their face, it is likely that they wish to crush me, and if they have a smile they could be a good person trying to lift my spirits, but there is also a possibility that she is hiding malicious intent.
We will have to analyse the second portion of the conundrum by understanding the meaning of her speech. They used the word 'unexpected', which leans towards neither direction o intention, but owing to the fact fifty seven percent of the time it's application is utilised in a negative manner.
I have to proceed cautiously. I will be spending the entire year seated next to this individual. If my reply does not meet the standards of the individual , things may take the turn for the worse and the person might spread nasty rumours about my reply. My high school life essentially depends on this individual.
There is also a slight possibility that the person might have contemplated these circumstances and decided to strike at this opportune moment. I had come to terms with the fact that the intelligence quotient of the students at this school might be as high as mine or even higher, but I had never expected to experience it firsthand so early in the game.
I decide to confront this entity of intellectual superiority with my wit, will and vigour. This very well could be the toughest battle I have ever fought.
I slowly raise my head and stand up to face my nemesis, only to see a female, with a charming smile decorating her face. She had a perfect row of white teeth, cherry red lips and beautifully fair skin. Her eyes were azure blue with fringed long eyelashes. She also had yellow curly and long hair and an oval shaped face. She looked like the first picture that would show up, if you ever searched 'beautiful girl'.
How could all of my assumptions be wrong!? How could I ever suspect such a beautiful girl?
Realising I was losing myself in her beautiful eyes, I looked away.
Wait! This appearance could be facade to make me lower my guard. Even though she looks all innocent, she might actually be an evil mastermind.
Well, only one way to confirm my theory.
"Yes. My name is Harvey indeed. May I ask you a question?", I asked with a sudden serious, staring right into her beautiful eyes.
She was visibly startled by my sudden seriousness, but soon regained her composure, took a step back and and inquired, "Yes you may, what is it you want to ask me?".
Noticing how she quickly she regained calmness only served to feed my suspicion. This is the moment of truth I guess, here it goes.
I ask her slowly and calmly, "Are you wearing a facade by any chance?".
Only after I asked her this did I recognise my stupidity in asking her this question suddenly. Mind you it is not because I want to be considerate, it's because which evil mastermind would ever tell her plans to someone. I guess there is nothing I can do besides hoping she doesn't spread any nasty rumours about me.
Umm... Why is there an uncomfortable silence while I am narrating my monologue? Why is that girl not saying anything? Maybe she really is innocent and my question doesn't make sense to her?
Phew, that a relief at least I will not have to omit her as an option for my female companion for the tenure of my high school days.
"Hah, I am sorry for throwing that sudden question at you. I don't know what was going through my head at that time.", I say laughing awkwardly scratching the back of my neck looking at the floor, ugh.. why do I keep looking at the floor dammit. Hoping that the situation has diffused enough to go back to normal I try to think of another topic to make her forget the question.
"No, it's quite alright it's just that I didn't expect you to see through it as first glance, I mean you don't even know my name. Even the closest of friends haven't been able to see through it, forget friends not even my parents have been able to see through it. Wow, you really are fit to be a businessman, being able to see through people facades like that"., she said putting a strand of hair in front of her eyes behind her ear in a natural manner. The entire scene looked beautiful.
Wait, What!?
So she really is wearing a facade. This revelation hit me like a truck. After all the faith and trust I had placed in her. After all the time we spent together, she says it was simply a facade.
Wait didn't I just meet her just half a minute ago, why would I care whether she wears a facade or not, I mean I don't even know her name.
Well I will just sit on my chair again and pretend I never met her, I don't care if she spreads rumours about me, it's better than me being involved in some split personality drama.
As I approached my chair she caught me by my wrist and said shyly, "Could you please give me a moment of your time please, I would like to speak with you alone?". 'Cute' was the first word that came to my mind, but I still won't be moved by her. I had simply commented on her appearance and nothing more. I have never really developed romantic or affectionate feelings for a being before. I simply regard all beings as moving and talking objects, my parents and my dog are exceptions to the rule obviously.
Therefore I respond to her logically and tell her, "Actually I would but you see I have asthma and get tired easily get tired, therefore I won't be able to make the trip.", and then proceed to attempt to pull my wrist away from her.
Why? Why did I have to to ask her questions? Why do I overthink?
I only want to live a normal high school life.