Squidmanbob Romance: Petals and Snowflakes

Petals: The Project

It's the next day but I still feel as bad as I did last night. Maybe even worse. No. Impossible. This is the worst I have ever felt. Squidbob is angry at me. I want to cry until I can't cry anymore but I still have to go to school. So I walk. And I cry. And I still don't have any pineapple patterned shoes. But what's the point. If Squidbob hates me.

I zone out.

I shake my head and I'm in the tutor room. I don't really remember the walk to school. Only tears. Lots and lots and lots and lots of tears. I'm about to cry again when Funky Monkey walks up to me. He notices. He's known me for so long. "Here," He says seriously, handing me a banana, "this will make you feel better." I hold the banana but I can't eat. I never want to eat again. I let the banana fall to the floor and I zone out again.

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Chattering finally enters my brain and the world fills in will colour slightly. I haven't seen Squidbob all day. Maybe because my vision was so blurry from crying all the time. He was probably avoiding me anyway. He hates me.

He hates me.

He hates me.

He hates me.

I hate myself. I hate everything. But I still love him. I still love Squidbob. I melancholically chew on my PB&J sandwich. Who made these things? They suck. Everything sucks. Apart from Squidbob.

It's our last lesson. "Right class!" Mr Krabs calls. "Today we will be starting group projects on the Anglo Saxons and the Normans!" A collective groan rang around the room but I felt no different from the rest of the day. Although I feel a deep sense of dread brewing in my stomach. What if I'm with all of Squidbob's friends? What if I'm with Squidbob? What if they don't like me? I know he doesn't. Mr Krabs brings me out of my thoughts and back to the situation with a loud "SILENCE!" that cut through the complaints in an instant.

"Hopefully we're together," Funky Monkey says to me, seriously. Nervously chewing on a banana. As Mr Krabs starts calling out groups 1, 2 and 3, I get even more worried. Neither me nor Squidbob have been called. "...Funky Monkey..." Mr Krabs calls out and I look up to the ceiling hoping more than anything right now to be in group 4 with Funky Monkey. "... and Mrs Puff," He calls and as he says the words my stomach drops and new levels of depression kick in. "Now for Group 5!" He shouts over the new Group 4 greeting each other. I look over at Funky Monkey but he isn't looking for me. At least he's in a group with a few of his other friends. For some reason I feel angry but Group 5 starts being called.

Me.

Rollboy.

Spookyman and Ghostbaby (thank god).

And...

You've got to be kidding me...

God, I take back my thanks...

Squidbob.

I'm glad that he's not in today but I know that it is just prolonging the inevitable. I will have to face Squidbob. I shake the thought away and turn to help with the project. Anglo Saxons are boring. I don't really care what they did back in the dinosaur ages. I really don't care. It's not very important to my life why William the Confessorer did whatever he did. But whatever. I need to do my best on this project and pull my weight. I can't rely on anyone else to help me because I now know how much Squidbob hates slackers. I look up at the board and my determination it torn. I haven't been paying attention for the last few lessons. I don't know who any of these people are or the battles that took place. Despair opens itself wide and I stare into its depths. Obviously this is why Squidbob hates me.