Not For Me {Discontinued}

Breakfast This Morning

"Mornin' everyone!!", I greet as I drag myself down the stairs, backpack in hand. There was still sleep in my eyes as I settled on the kitchen stool for breakfast, which was weird considering it's a Friday. I literally have only three classes today so I guess I'll just sleep the rest of the day.

    Oei-my little sister-is at the stove, whipping something up for the rest of us. She's the nice one. She also doesn't start school till 1pm and manual labor runs in the family, so what can you do? I move my bag unto the table and rest my head on it. The house smells faintly of ice cream......and cheese?

"Oei. What in the world are you cooking?", I ask.

"In a minute Alexei, I'm very busy right now", she replies, obviously irritated. She better be working on some bomb ass meal, cause that's some catty behavior for an 11 year old.

"Ugh, watch it you. And don't call me Alexei, my name is Theodore". Alexei is also my name but I prefer Theodore. Anyone would.

"Where's Dad?", I say, changing the subject. Only this question is directed at my older sister Penelope, or Penny. She's sipping on some Starbucks and texting someone on her phone. Typical Penny.

"Out.", she simply states.

I make a questioning noise but she doesn't say anything else. Didn't matter because Oei turned of the stove and set breakfast down on the counter. I almost went into shock. 

Did she think she was a warden and were inmates? Cause this looked straight out of a prison menu. There were a couple biscuits stacked up with bits of fish and ketchup sprinkled on top, and a mess of cold gravy and pickles absolutely drowning it. I was extremely repulsed. It physically hurt to even look at it. All I could do was cover my nose and try not to gag.

I looked up at Oei with hurt and betrayal hopefully in my eyes.

"What the fuck is this!?", I demand.

"Don't look at me, there was no food in the house! I tried to make do" she says defiantly.

"That's a lie! We have cereal!!"

"No milk"

"Eggs!"

"Rotten"

"Bacon?" I'm starting to lose faith.

"Finished, all thanks to you.", says Mia who just came into the room. Her and Sia are wearing matching cat onesies. It disgusts me how cute they think they are. Also why am I not surprised Sia knows I stole her bacon, and  has already told Mia. These twins I swear.

"OK, so what about bread. I bought so much last week, surely it's not gone already?" Penny chips in, hungry as well.

"Lost. We lost 3 of the packs of bread. And the foxes got into the pantry too so there's your answer." Sia finishes, popping a piece of fish into her mouth.
I was so tired, and hungry and angry (tingry?) at the world already and I hadn't even left my house yet. I sigh in frustration and grab my phone. We'll just pick up some food on the way to school it's no biggie.
But wait.

Sia and Mia are standing at the stairs, backs facing us, talking about stuff. I don't even bother to be quiet as I just stride towards them and kick them both into the stairs. It's a stiff but strong shove and very effective, because they both bonk their heads on the lower staircases and begin to writhe in pain at my feet. The screams that follow are simply white noise as Penny and I walk outside to leave for school.

7:15 am - Thatcherfinch International Learning Institution (TFILI)

"What's the suitcase for dude?" asks my friend Jerry on our way to class. Tom-Tom, Kirrie, Jerry, Matthew, Sal and I are on our way to Block E. That's the Arts/Literature block. I met up with them this morning, pizza in hand and suitcase in the other. I couldn't talk yet cause I hadn't eaten at all so I ignored their questions and focused on the delicious snack before me.

That was until Matthew slapped it out of my hand. I felt like crying then, but I didn't. As weak as I looked I was still the toughest in the group so I had to keep it together. I only looked at him and blinked once or twice. They didn't get the message but I sent it at least.

"Uuuh, pfft chairs. I'm planning on selling them for a couple bucks a class. It's easy money I guess, since we're overpopulated now", I reply while scanning the crowd for new faces. Sal slides up to me and drapes his long arm round my shoulder.

"That's good for you buddy, but I sure do hope no one runs away with one of 'em", he says giving me a tight smile and a hard pat on the back. I nearly fall forward partly because Sal has amazing upper body strength and partly because my stomach is so empty I can barely see straight.

As I pick myself up again, my legs clip on the wheel of my suitcase and I fall face first into the grass, pride and all. There are whispers  and hushed giggles coming from the mass of students and I simply lie there on the ground clutching my bag and cursing my luck.

I got up eventually and went to my first class which was Introduction to Picture. It was a long walk from the gates to Block E, and its an even longer one to get to my homeroom. I'm sweating and panting as I reach the top of the stairs and my vision is crossed and blurry.

 There are already some students seated when I walk in, and among them is one fair headed boy who instantly stands out. 

His hair is a sunny shade of brown that that gets lighter and lighter as it reaches the top of his head, and it falls around him in fluffy locks. It's all disheveled and unkempt but still makes him look cute. He is smiling from ear to ear and his eyes are darting around at his friends next to him, he seems to be laughing at a joke one of them made.

 I noticed his eyes were a shade of green....or brown? Greenish brown? They seemed to be alternating between the two every time he blinked or looked a different direction. His nose was round and small like a button and it had a couple dots all over it, except they weren't freckles. As if someone dipped a brush in black paint and flicked it all over his nose.

His lips were thin and lifeless but they had the shiniest set of teeth living in them and I really wished I could touch them. Oh, that sounded weird. Moving on.

He had limp, skinny arms and legs and he seemed well short. Like he was no taller than 5'7 and that to me was a little weird. He talked a lot for someone that short too.

I found a seat in the middle row and plopped down into it, so grateful for not having to bear my own weight at last. I shrugged off my heavy coat and hung it on the back of my chair, then turned around to get a better view of the boy, who was now one seat behind me.

I could now see his outfit clearly, and it was a 7/10 in my opinion. Skinny jeans, like real skinny ones, a yellow dress shirt  tucked into them and a white jumper over the shirt. It kind of made his head look bigger and his limbs all chonky and boxed. I don't blame him though, I blame whoever let him walk out the door looking like that.

I'm so caught up in staring at this boy and criticizing his whole look, that when someone taps me firmly on the shoulder, I flinched so hard I hit my leg under the table.

I wince in pain and look up at the person who tapped me so angrily.

"Get off my seat"