I found it amusing watching every student unite for the implications of student boredom class. It has posted that today, we will be wearing our university uniform and we'll be entering the school before 7:30 am.
For those who do not follow the posted news will be resurrected from the upcoming school dance. Everyone must be in the Student Lounge and for further information just get on with the posted news.
Why would I dance there anyway? I'm flying to my grandma's ranch when the school days are done.
And for those who will decide to not enter the dance-
Minus grades for ALL THE MAJORS.
My eyes locked the paper I'm holding, the guards gave this to me as I enter the school.
Fuck.
"There goes my bad luck again." I said to Stacey as she sat next to me to the Student Lounge.
My embarrassment hadn't fade away- at least it has lessen. I mean, my body is a wonderland and I work out three times a week.
I remember Leo telling I don't have something to be ashamed.
"You are rocking sexy, don't mind them. They are just insecure."
I would melt to be honest. I have this tiny feeling to Leo since I started school here, I much very know how talented he is. But its too fast to get a man this time, I mean I just got led on and betrayed.
Its too much to make a risk.
"Why wouldn't you go?" Stacey chewed her hair, "It's fun!"
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah for you it will be." I sigh, "I really don't like school dances. I didn't even go to my prom."
Stacey spit her gum with wide eyes, "WHAT?!"
I grimaced from her voice, "Did you just screamed?"
"How could you? Wait, if you didn't go- how did you managed to not go?" she asked, "My school wouldn't let any single of us vanished from it, they said it sacred and good luck."
"That might have explained my bad luck, eh?" I laughed, "I told my teachers that my mum has some errands to do and I will managed the-you know-"
I stop my self from telling her about our company. Nobody knows that I'm the daughter of Dianne Hassen-Arnolds.
"-Store" I swallowed.
"How would that even be possible?"
"Well, I told them I got a fever and I can't make it."
Honestly, my mum was pushing me to go to prom. But I didn't.
No one would want to dance with me anyways.
"What type of school does that?" she asked irritated.
I nearly laughed at her childish actions, "Mine...?"
Clin sat with us with a chocolate in his hands and flowers. He smiled to me and unto Stacey who seemed to be accommodated with the civil engineering guys accross us.
Yeah well.
Then Leo ran up to my side sweeping Clin with a punch. Wow, he smells good- good. He smiled at me and I nodded.
Minutes came until it is almost 7.30 am. Ric came with again, shades. Honestly this man is made up with pure ego building with his sides.
"What's happening with..him?" I whispered to Leo.
He chuckled, "Maybe just the fan?"
I laughed, "He really is made up of wind."
Just then my eyes averted from a guy wearing his uniform and headphone tapping his iPhone5s and sat in the table in front of us.
He didn't even laid eyes on me.
But oh well, it has been done. The damaged has been done.
But why is it so hard to accuse him of breaking personal space?
He is even on my freaking mind every second.
"What did I miss?" Ric sat next to Stacey who is still looking at the civil guys on the table across us.
"The program hasn't started yet." Clin answered him.
"Hey, who's the lady?" Ric elbowed Clin and nodding in the flowers.
"Oh, haha. I forgot." Clin gave the chocolates and roses to Leo who has been texting his other friends. "These are for you."
My eyes went wide. And so is Ric's.
"You're gay?" Ric words echoed throughout the student lounge.
Clin's eyes went wide, "What?! No!"
"Then why for him? I thought it would be a lady and not a guy." Ric said, completely shocked.
"Thanks man." Leo laughed. He then turned to me, he might have sensed my discomfort in realizing the fact that I thought Clin was gay. "Just wait." he smiled.
I know for a fact that Leo has a girlfriend and shockingly Ric. I'm over Ric like really, I realized he's the bestfriend I ever had- aside from Stacey.
I don't know about Clin, hell I even knew them for days. One of the respective teachers here spoke in our front, telling us to do good grades and all that shit because there will be an evaluation of something like grading the school-
For their raise of course.
But I would rather say, for the reputation of the school since our school is one of the biggest and to be honest- known school in the nation.
"I expect you to be awesome today if not super awesome-" he smiled in victory.
Yeah, Mr. Dee has the personality of being awesome in his choice of words. That is something I discovered when he was hosting the orientation we had last semester.
"They will grade you by 1-3, 3 will be the lowest and 1 is the highest and yes, decimals are important if they aren't important in your part then it is right now."
I glance at Carlisle in my front and he was glancing my way so I figured to turn my head and paid attention to Mr. Dee.
"If they would ask you out of nowhere some random question, answer it randomly. Alright?" a chorus of 'yes sir' has been heard. "And last, if we would beat their grade last three years ago which was 1.50- we would have a celebration of a sort."
"What would that be sir?" a civil student ask.
"There comes the dance and so, we figured that there will be no below 80 grades in your paper this semester."
All the students cheered. The nursing department that looked like their answers been heard throughout heavens and the civil engineering departments since most of them are boys cheered like they won a lottery or even got heaven in their hands.
Some were praising Mr. Dee.
Like wtf?
Some were crying, dancing and singing hallelujah.
Wow, this really got their attention.
I wish it could be like this every semester, then we wouldn't be tortured like hell in this school.
Then Mr. Dee announced the departure time which means-
"Go back to your classroom and do not fuck this out." he warns.
"Great choice of words Mr. Dee." I chuckled.
"Praise you Jesus. And of course Mr. Dee." I heard Ric muttered.
Everyone was on their feet and ready to leave, but something happened. I wish this was all a dream, someone making an effort to put a smile on my face.
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