Wanting | Andi mack

Wishful Thinking

Wednesday 9:02 AM 

Johnny 

“ I would like you guys to write at least 3 paragraph about why these conflicts  between these youths are so important.” Ms. Servando wavered the book in her hands, so intent to the story. Staring down at my own paper, even writing a sentence or two, I wasn’t able to put it together. It's been only within two chapters on Midsummer Night’s dream. Shakespeare's infamous stories, and I couldn’t wrap my head around it, one is in love with the other who doesn’t love them back- and running away,  then love potions???  It doesn’t make sense!- Even in basic English literature.. for people like us, slow pace and in a nicer way to put it.  The academically level of a first grader readers, it's literally hard.  

“They arre  importnt cause they  feel the things..???.” I snap my head to see the dark skin girl with her frizzy curls tied back with such amused cheshire smirk cross her face. I rolled my eyes irritated yet embarrassed as I covered my paper so she couldn’t read any further-

 “-you have absolutely terrible writing” Kira mocked, “Do you always write like that, Chen??”.

“Do you always butt in on everyone's business, Anderson?” I retorted back, and in return she raised her eyebrows at me, not bothered at all as her smirk never went away. Pursing my lips together, trying to act casual, “And yes- but it got better… at some point. And besides you’re not any good either.”

“Yeah well, I know how to spell words unlike you.”

“..fuck you”

She snorted that slowly progressed into laughter's as she tried to keep it in, knowing we were in class. Kira was interesting,  I don’t know much about her as she herself doesn't say much about herself other than she adores basketball, other than suffering in English it's one thing we have in common.  One of the few people I talked to since I started, we’re not exactly friends.. But we are classmates tolerates., it started with a banter (more like insults) at my writing skills.. And we just tolerate each other just fine. Within a few minutes of torture I manage to finish my paper- 

“You finished writing three paragraph already?”

“Yeah, not to pry but I’m quick.” I shrugged off with pride.  She arched her brow as she snatched it from my hand before I could protest. Frowning greatly, “Jesus, Chen- it’s literally murdering my brain. This is three paragraphs of bullshit. How can you be this proud.??”

Snatching it back, “I said I was quick.  I never said I knew what I was doing.  bullshit or not.  It's three paragraphs.. so..” I said casually before turning it in. She crossed her arms amused yet not surprised, “You know maybe this class isn’t really for you, and it's a literally basic course”. I gawked at her, what a blow of an insult but I tried not to laugh. 

“Again- fuck you.” I commented with a bittersweet smile, and within 30 minutes I watched my teacher stand as she was excited to leave, announcing for a quick trip to the Theater auditorium. To my confusion I looked at Kira for explanation, clarifying to me in a bit annoyed as if it's not in her favor, “Every Wednesday, We have this short trip to the Theater courses. Usually it's because they are probably doing a play based on the book we're reading.. It's annoying to be honest.” She muttered under her breath at the end.