I got out of bed 5 minutes after my alarm started buzzing. I wasn't able to sleep well and it made me feel uneasy. I usually love Mondays, but I don't feel like going to school. It has been officially three depressing days since I last spoke to Red. I should stop counting days. I always do my usual routine and arrived at school as usual.
Monday
The school is practically busy preparing for the Halloween Ball on Friday. I don't know why people are worked up for it. They could just put some spiders and cobwebs as decorations, but instead, they seemed to be going all out. Some of my classes were dismissed early and I was a little glad since I'm not in the mood for learning at the moment.
Nicole and I decided to eat outside since I'm trying to avoid any contact with Red. I don't know if I'll cry or faint if I see him. Nick didn't go to school. I texted him to know why, he said he's working on some documents of his family, because his parents are out for work. Chemistry was pointless, because my lab partner is not around.
I haven't been doing much, but I feel so tired. It's like when I was on 6th grade, we went out hiking and when I got home I felt like I was carrying a boulder on my shoulders.
I walked toward my mini van. This day will be like any ordinary day for me starting now. I just don't know if I'll find someone like Red, not exactly like him since he's a jerk. I sound so desperate. Shit.
Tuesday
I woke up feeling sore from crying last night. I need to cry more if I want to be numb with the feeling of losing someone special. I stopped by a convenience store to buy milk and sandwich. I didn't grab any brownies that my grandmother made. I feel like doing the same routine will not help me move on with my life. If I want things to change, I think I should also change the usual things I do.
I went to school a little late. My Physics teacher gave me detention and it made me feel good. I've never had detention before, not that I'm super proud of it, but it sure nice to experience something new before leaving high school.
Nick went to class and it's nice to see him again. It has also been days since I last saw him. We didn't talk about what happened the day Red left me at the parking lot. I didn't want to open it up and ruin the moment.
I went to detention and saw a teacher I've never seen before. He's wearing white long sleeves, black pants and leather shoes. He looks so young. He is reading a newspaper. Who reads newspaper in the afternoon? I walked toward him and handed him my detention slip.
"You're new here. You don't look like the type of guy who vandalizes and beat students up." he squinched his eyes. I can see his dark green eyes through his square eyeglasses.
"Okay, so you're the silent type, I see. Well you can take a seat. No texting, no laughing, uhm, well just don't be noisy."
I was out of words. Sometimes it's natural for me to act like shit. I make a fool of myself when I meet new people.
I took a seat at the far end of the room. There aren't much students inside. There's a shady looking girl sitting near the door. Her black eyeliner looked a little smudged. She looked like she cried. There's a guy snoring in front of me. I thought we aren't allowed to sleep? Well, if I was the teacher, I wouldn't dare to scold him since the guy's twice my weight and size. I would hate to bump into him if ever.
I took out my journal and started writing. It has been a while since I last wrote an entry and when the teacher told us that detention is over, I already wrote 10 pages. It's a new record. It seems like detention is not that bad after all. I know it's not good for my record, but I don't want to lock myself in my room everyday watching depressing movies.
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3-Minute Passion (BoyxBoy)
Teen Fiction3-Minute Passion is a semi-true story of a teenager named, James Conner who is still figuring out what life lies ahead aside from the face of his laptop and journals. It is about self discovery to the unreal world we have. It is about confronting fe...