so there was that day that i went in a total rush to my school by my bike and instead of wearing the same pear of converse shoes i wore red and blue.
i was about to loose all my notebooks and papers to let them fall into the street while i was riding it like a clumsy acrobat trying to cross the rope .. being tense of the idea of falling down and fail..HMMM..fail?!
lets say i was in a rush because i played my play station all night long, and i remembered that i do have a chemistry exam at 7:30 am and i was about to reach my school place still on 8:00,
i held my books right through my chest as if i'm hugging a person so tight.
it was one of the scariest moments in my life, I was asking myself,
Should I cheat in the exam? Bc I didn't sleep.. HOW CAN I EVEN FOCUS? i'm not really nerdy.
the feeling is boiling in my blood.
what if the teacher was so strict?
What if better to escape and let some friends of mine say that I was absent?
I gotta go out of the school, bc it only makes us way more of an idiot person, i believe.
leaving is going to be the most beautiful memory of high school, we don't need to make such fools of ourselves.. all the time.
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"pls dont tell me something bad pls pls" i just wanted to be true.
i was hoping before entering my class,
once i opened the class door calmly ..
my teacher hit her wooden roller into her cursed-black-full of-students-punishing-reports-table,
my heart beats were going fast, my face wasn't extremely expressive, but suddenly turned red and unclear in a dramatic way, she puts her huge hand on my shoulder, i wasn't expecting something good is going to happen, because her face is like math!
Or she's yes one time , turn too moody and say no the other,
Posigative
( positive + negative = 1 soul )
PFFF she was about to break my arm bone and pushed me to sit on her stupid chair.
she started spinning around me the way a warning-red-alarm-light turns on in a fire station , AND SHE WAS THE FIRE
not a hot tempreture, or a hot lady, but an ugly witch, not an ugly witch, no... It's A slutty bitch.
she gets me frustrated.
"NOT WHAT I WANTED" i said worridly.
chemistry teacher: "
FRESH MEAT,
VANESSA GRACE..YOU'RE PUNISHED BECAUSE YOU DID NOT COMMIT ONE OF THE IMPORTANT RULES OF YOUR SCHOOL, I WANT YOU TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME IN ORDER..WHICH CAN LET YOU BE TORTURED BY YOUR OWN MIND A LITTLE BIT, AND LET IT TWIST AND TURNS ITSELF, I'M THE TEACHER, YOU'RE MY STUDENT, MY LOYAL STUDENT"
me: chill out what you're yelling for? honestly this is too much..
i got ya, its a puzzle isnt it?
but when you have a loyal student doesn't mean their love for you wouldn't change, MISS.. No sense chemistry.
chemistry teacher: no its something harder that's gonna be solved in few days! you stupid- un educational-speechless-un graced special child, im gonna let you say thing you never said in regret as well ."
i felt like i wanna chew her ass up and spit it out.
face so bad, "tell me, how dare you???!!! what do u think of me?! you look like you're trying hardly to be cool but you look actually like.. uh shit! u make me wanna scream too.. how confident, lets see.. who will win in the end, so ridiculous. " i said annoyingly.
" child? "
guuuuuuuuush, i'm a secondary student with teeth, with a great length, and with a long hair,
I don't care about this all,
It only shows my body looks like what age, but FUCK IT.
my soul is like... 25 years old-grown up woman-which is- still- confused.
And she's calling me a child?
is she blind or i see lies and decline the facts?
shes a skyscraper and i'm the old-uncleaned sanctuary which is small and needs more of fixing , all whats inside are stories of shame and dirt, and the way her eyes looks directly to whats down, ITS ME.
all she sees.
she wanted to talk in her own deadly section after the class is finished in few mins, her section was dark and it feels like damaged.
all what i was doing is looking at the window ..trying to control my patience, but sometimes being silent is violent.... like what my friends taught me before.
And I hate controlling myself a lot.
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