Today is just another day again I guess. Yesterday's fight has left me sore, I have some bandages here and there around my body, the most visible one on my left cheek. The one that that guy punched, he's a hard hitter. After a long lecture from Takemichi and Akkun yesterday I finally got home and showered right away, washing the blood and the dust off of me. It felt good. Nothing beats a good shower after a fight. Then I went straight to bed skipping dinner, I wasn't 't feeling too hungry anyway.
Today I took the subway since I was kind of banged up and sore. The subway is filled with strangers' faces, one may call it stuffy and uncomfortable but for me? I find it quite comforting. To know that everyone has their own story. You never really know someone's story until you get close to them. Like me? I guess I come off as weird and cold to people, but who are they to judge me? They don't know my story.
When I get to school, class is just about to start, as I walk the hallways of the packed school, I hear students whispering and talking trash about me behind my back.
"Look at that girl, she's so weird, girls are supposed to be gentle, kind, and sweet but look at her!"
"Bandages all over the place! What happened to her?"
"I think she got involved with gangsters, stay clear of people like her!"
"OI! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, SAY IT TO MY FACE, YOU COWARDS!" I lose my patience and yell out. People like this are the worst! So what if I act differently than other girls? What am I supposed to act like then? TO be gentle and not know how to refuse to someone? Cook and do chores to become a good housewife? No. Why should I have to follow tradition? I'll live by my own rules, not some old granny's rules.
The crowd goes silent and clears out a way for me. Good, now I don't have to push through the crowd. I make my way to my class and flunk down on the table. I wish I was in Emma's school, I wouldn't 't have to be so bored all the time. It'd be nice to finally have someone around. I don't mind solitude, sometimes I prefer it. Silence is all there is. And if I don't want silence there's always music. But it's nice to have someone to keep me company every once in a while.
The day passes by slowly this time. I shake and nod my feet under the able as a habit since I was a child (YES I HAVE THIS HABIT TOO ANY OF YALLS GOT THIS ISSUE TOO???), I can't help it , I have ADHD. Can't sit still. Especially through this guy's lecture about history. Rennaissance blah blah blah... Reformation blah blah blah blah.... The Enlightenment blah blah blah. What's the point of learning about dead philosophers and asking us what we think about their opinions? They're dead, how am I supposed to know?
