The Last Curator

The Way the World Started to End

Chapter 1: The Way the World Started to End (November 7th 2017 Wednesday)

Why do school bells have to be so obnoxious?

Did someone really sit down and think high pitched screeching is a good way to get us out of class?

I hate that person.

To be honest, who likes most people? I've never met a person who genuinely enjoys the company of every person they meet. Do they even exist?

Sometimes I question if a lot of things really exist. I'll be thinking while eating chicken nuggets, look down and they'll be none left. But I don't remember eating them, and then I'll question the past few minutes even happening.

Which confuses me and compels me to order more chicken nuggets.

I should really stop sitting down at fast food restaurants because I always end up ordering more than my initial receipt says, and when I look at my credit bill I feel scammed.

Just thinking about looking down forced my head to my lap, have I really been packing up binders while thinking? Sometimes routines amaze me.

As I walk out of the English room, I finally notice the crowds of people in the halls, all with their cell phones out and laughing to each other.

I force my way past a few people, I'm pretty short so no one seems to care. Okay, that's a first for my high school.

Some weird things have gone down in these halls, but I'd have to say this is the first time a chinese monk has jujitsu his way through our halls sprinkling our lockers with lustral water.

Woah, this old man just did this spin kick maneuver towards me. Compared to my Grandpa, he seems to have skipped arthritis and aging all together.

He flicks salty water at my face while mumbling in a foreign language.

As he attracts even more of a crowd, I get a text from a friend in a group chat. "​Library's empty - meet asap"

I walk a few halls and push open the wooden doors of my school library, and instinctively walk to the back to meet my friend Lauryn.

I pause for a second and just wait to see how long it's going to take before she notices my presence.

16 selfies later I decide to say something.

"Does taking selfies validate you that much?" I ask Lauryn, who is

dramatically posing in front of one of the bookshelves. "​Look! I really am pretty!"​

Lauryn rolls her eyes, not switching her gaze off her phone. She looks thoughtful for a second, then turns around and grabs a book off the bottom of the shelf.

She presses the hardcover against her lip, then snaps a few more pictures.

"Lauryn... that's 'The History of Circumcision from the Earliest Times to the Present.'"

She smiles, then turns the book around to the pages.

"Oh my god..." I make a noise that's a mix of a scuff and a laugh. "You're so judgemental." She pouts.

And that's Lauryn Rose for you. The most social media famous girl at our school. She's perfect for it too, with her honey blond hair, gray eyes, thick thighs and flat stomach. I can't really speak for her personality, I highly doubt that on the inside she's that stuck up and rude. She has layers, that's for sure. And we unraveled the first one when she joined our friend group because of a terrible rumour involving her. I guess she thought that hanging out with the 'losers' would work for her.