Strings

-Chapter 9: Humminah Humminah-

Monday.

Ahhhhhhh, Monday. The beginning of the school week.

This week was the week before finals. After that, I'd technically be a senior.

Though, the idea of being was definitely want I didn't want to be. Normally, according to Jack my friend, they smoke, they vaporize, they do cocaine and f*ck. Not a good sight to behold, he said.

Today was the December the Third, and usually the school start to prepare for the talent show.

As Chriss and I approached WAHS, it started to snow. The weather forecast hadn't predicted for these delicate white snowflakes to fall from the sky.

Odd. And I thought their predictions was always right.

We entered the school through the gates to see a bunch of students. Now there were two types of students that exist in these situations; Part A: the ones that are always prepared (I mean always) and Part B: the others.

Chriss and I were on Part A while Summer and at least 72% of the school were on Part B.

"Damnnnn. This weather is ass." Chriss said, rubbing his gloved hands together for heat. He was wearing thick clothes like me, his body adorned with a thick blue-black raincoat with a zipper racing through the middle.
I was wearing a plain white jacket with a snow hat that matched the former's colour.

"[redacted], I don't think it's only you that feels like that" I said, pushing through the school's door.

I spotted Summer and sadly she is also part of Team B.

"By the way, Coach Perkins told us that we'll qualified for the  nationals in January, so you know that I'm hype as f*ck. I will bring my A-Game on."

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do always and plus, when you say 'A-game' you don't mean posterizing on everyone and everything right?"

"Ayy, that my trademark, though."

Finally, we reach her at her locker. She's like the whole school; shivering, puffing clouds and rubbing their hands together.

"Looks like someone didn't come prepared" Chriss teased.

"No! I saw the weather forecast and they said it'll be sunny." Summer said, blowing her hands before following it up with intense friction.

I looked around the school. Everything seemed normal, other than the cold. High schoolers walked in pairs to their destination. Some people bullying, some people getting bullied, intense PDA and an absurd amount of noise.

Normal.

Summer's sneeze brought me back to reality. That and Jack, my friend shaking me by my hand.

"Yoooo, did you watch the game last night?"

"Game?"

"Yes, Ravens versus Titans"

"No, I don't watch football."

"This [redacted] doesn't even watch basketball!" Chriss piped

I shot him a confused glare.

"Of course I do. I watch all the Stephen Thompson games"

"Stephen Thompson?????" They both said in unison.

"Y'all know what I meant." I said, facepalming.

She's there through all of this, Summer. Shivering and shaking. Even her nose was now red. Pity, now flowing through me, makes me gives her my white jacket.