Not For Me {Discontinued}

The Second Blonde

8:15 am Friday - ThatcherFinch International Learning Institution 

  I tap my pen against my book absentmindedly while our Professor goes on and on about the importance of interpretation. I really could care less, because all this stuff won't matter to me when I graduate. I'm going to be a world renowned chef and Art will have nothing to do with it.

I only took the class because Sal did, and I really didn't want to be alone. Besides Photography is a piece of cake. Anyone with half a brain could pull it.

Well not me, I have a full  brain.

It's almost impossible to see the professor from where I am, what with all these fat headed people.

I exhale audibly and flop on to my desk, groaning inwardly at life in general.  I'm so damn bored. When will this class end!?

"BRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNG!!" The bell, I guess someone heard my pleas.

I'm the first person up once it goes and I move towards the door. The two girls I sold chairs to are also getting up to leave. Not without payment they aren't!

I plant myself between them and the door, hand outstretched waiting for my money. One of the girls looks up confused.

"What do you want? " she asks. Has she forgotten me already?

"Um, you and your friend owe me 30 folds for those seats I gave you, so pay up. Class is over" I kindly remind them. I've got a free period and I'm not about to waste it here.

"Ohh what? I'm so sorry I completely forgot! Here take this 20 and follow me. I left my wallet in my locker. So so sorry!" she apologizes. Damn I didn't mean that in an angry tone I just wanted to remind them they hadn't payed.

I fold up the chairs and place them in the suitcase before following them out of the classroom.  There were other students waiting outside for us to come out so they could have their own class.

Rotation every 10 minutes, remember?

Some of them looked really bored and others had already walked away to find something else to do. Good for them I guess, I too would not sit outside bored asf for 10 minutes just so I could finally enter class and be bored all over again.

Anyways, we got to the girls' lockers and she fumbled around with the keypad until there was a beep noise and it opened. I got a glimpse of a picture of a rather handsome man, pasted at the back of the locker with hearts all around it.

It was blurry, as if it had been taken in a hurry, or as if she couldn't get a clear shot. But somehow she had the picture. It piqued my interest alright. Who was this guy?

I quietly raised my phone and took a picture of him. I had so many people to show this to. Hopefully I don't ruin this girl's reputation.

Not that she really has one, she's the 76th most popular person in this school. I should know, I'm the 5th most popular.

It's whatever.

I must have been staring for too long, because she quickly moved closer to her locker and hid the photo with her massive head. Too late for that.

Eventually she turned around and slammed the door shut, she had my folds in her hand. I reached forward and grabbed them before shooting them a smile and heading off to find other business.

9:00 am. Block D  Commerce/Arts

I scoffed and tossed my phone to the ground in frustration. I'd been playing this game called Road Runner Rush for the last 10 minutes, and boy was it beginning to piss me off.