Our Symphonies | satosere

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"that's a bit extra"

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I don't know if it's a popular opinon or not, but I hate sunny days.

The only reason behind such an unconditional hatred is that I totally don't like the smell of penetrating sweat that collects at my armpits over time; especially when I stay under direct sunlight - like right now.

And I won't argue round and round, it's our cursed adolescent oils that induce this disgusting odor. Which person in their living mind would not hate that? Might they just die in the fiery pits of hell. I'm being serious.

It was the day next to when I had attended May's house party; and unlike the classic lame-o's who had their blabby excuses saying, 'I had such a hangover yesterday night. Oh my Gosh, I shouldn't have even come to school', I was relatively cool and perhaps not in a bad mood. Just perhaps.

The last period was of physical education [which I hate too, by the way] and my complaints about the summery weather were sorta connected to that - to the fact that our class was playing freaking lawn tennis under the scorching sun. My skin had fell deprived of any sensations up till this point, no kidding.

"Come on, it's your serve!" Iris, the girl with puffy and grape colored hair, called out restlessly.

She was the competitive overachiever of our class, the one who got selected for almost every inter-school sports championships and was perchance even secretly a world-class athlete, who knows.

I picked the fluorescent green ball that had fallen next to my feet, meekly smiling at her offended expression. "I'm sorry - just got off track."

I left a breath and wiped my chin against the sleeve of my tee, then swung the racket and hit the ball in my left hand - hoping it'll fly across the net. Not like I was terrible at co-scholastic activities -- mediocre, I'd say. Not bad but not good.

Fortunately, the tennis ball reached Iris and she smirked before hitting it with all her strength, lunging in the air while doing the same - and her partner Georgia kept her hands on hips, mad because she didn't get a chance.

I stepped aside in order to allow Chloe, my own teammate, get the strike. She beamed before rising on her toes and smacked the ball with her maroon racket.

And because Iris was busy arguing with that girl, they missed the turn; meaning that - our team gained the very first point!

Chloe fist bumped in the air, "We did it!" She cheered while showing me a victory sign, which I heartily returned.

"What?" Iris gasped once she saw us, her eyes expanding. "No way! How could we -"

"It was your fault, after all." Georgia bluntly added, snickering at the athlete.

And Iris carelessly threw her racket across the field to which both Chloe and I uneasily gulped, I guess every student at the playground did the same.

"This girl loses her mind too often," I mumbled to my introverted friend, remembering that one time when Iris had started banging her own desk with her poor binder to prove the History teacher's point wrong.

Chloe knowingly nodded at me, her eyes trained on the brutal girl who was still arguing, now holding Georgia by the collars.

"It do be like that sometimes." She giggled.