ACATALEPSY || Queen

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Time is the continued sequence of existence and events that occurs in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, into the future. It is a component quantity of various measurements used to sequence events, to compare the duration of events or the intervals between them, and to quantify rate of changes of quantities in material reality or in the conscious experience. Time is often referred to as a fourth dimension, along with three spatial dimensions.

But humans still struggle to comprehend the universe. As if, the human knowledge can never have true certainty. With unexpected outcomes, errors, and mistakes throughout a human's lifespan; The feeling of Acatalepsy would take over.

Freddie
15 September YEAR 12

Halfway through my senior year, I was sitting on the concrete curb at my school skipping classes like usual. Attending such a prestigious school full of rich and bratty students bores me; I can't even keep myself focused by listening to the teachers. I despise my father for forcing me to study in a uni where I can't even fit in.

I saw the uni's headteacher, Mr. Reiz heading towards my direction. My pupils started to shake due to nervousness of getting into detention once again for skipping classes. "What are you doing outside during class, Mr. Bulsara?" The headteacher fixed me with a look, one of his eyebrows quirked. I swallowed a couple of times trying to think of a reasonable excuse, "Are you skipping classes again?" I swiftly turned to him in shock, "I-I...This must be a misunderstanding sir- I'm not-".

"I've heard enough, come to my office immediately before I call your guardians." At this point, all I could do was look at him in disbelief and nod.

"Yes...Mr. Reiz."

I slothfully followed the headteacher towards his office. He opened the door where 3 other male students already sitting inside turned to us. All of them looked at least a year or a few years younger than me and they all seemed to also be in detention. "Sit beside Roger Taylor, Mr. Bulsara." I stood there, contemplating whether I should ask which one of them was the said person.

"....Sit beside the blondie." A tall male with black curly hair spoke.

"Shut up, Brian." The blonde haired male beside him scoffed with a sharp British accent.

The headmaster cleared his throat getting all of our attention, "I'll be right back, don't do anything stupid or even try skipping detention while I'm away." I sat myself beside Roger Taylor as Mr. Reiz closes the door behind him.

A hand suddenly appeared right at my face. "What's up? I'm Roger Taylor from Year 10."

"He already knows that."

"Bri, I swear to god."

I chuckled from amusement, shaking Roger's hand, "Freddie Bulsara...Year 12. He's Brian, right?"

"Glad you asked, Brian May Year 11." He grinned proudly shaking my hand, Roger's eyes rolled. "You shouldn't have asked about him, he's a douchebag."

"Speak for yourself, Taylor."

"You guys seem to get along...a lot."

Roger looked at Brian, his face marking with disgust and annoyance."Him?"

Brian barked a laugh, "Don't you know sarcasm now? Is your brain rotting?"

Roger shoved the tall black haired male's head at the tiled floor as they continued to bicker with each other when I noticed another person beside me. He seems quiet and not very outgoing, "Who's that?" I asked the blonde haired male.

"John Deacon from Year 9. He's really quiet, we've been friends for a year now and we don't really know much about him." Roger spoke quietly, trying to avoid John from hearing his sentences.

The door opened and Mr. Reiz entered the office with his hands on his hips, looking more pissed than before. "As a punishment, all of you will be at cleaning duty at the school storage room. I don't wanna see a single peck of dust."

Brian and Roger groaned in disappointment but still managed to nod. The brown haired male next to me still quiet with no words or complains coming from his mouth; The headteacher struck the four of us with sharp glares.

"Alright, head to the storage room before I suspend the four of you."

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"How did you even get in detention?" I asked the blonde haired male as we walk through the cemented pavement leading to the uni's old worn out storage room.

"I accidentally shouted at the professor."

Brian cleared his throat, leaning on Roger's shoulder, "Pretty sure 'accidentally' isn't the correct word, you just have serious anger issues."

Roger quickly turned to look at the black haired male, staring at him from head to toe with one of his eyebrows raised, "How about you shut up before I shove an entire broom up your ass, late bloomer?"

"That would be physically impossible, Taylor." Brian chuckled.

I took a sip from my bottled water while I watch both of the youngers argue with each other, honestly it's so entertaining.

"Yeah, it would be impossible. Because your head's already taking up all the space in there."

The water bursted from my mouth because of Roger's words. I covered my mouth as I started to cough uncontrollably from accidentally snorting the water. It was painful but it's been so long since I had such a good laugh. I felt somebody patting my back and saw John, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine...Roger's way with words are just really unexpected."

"He lacks neutral vocabulary for a human." Brian replied, his shoes making a gritting noise by the way he walks.

The blonde haired elbows Brian on the side, pushing him to the other side of the cemented stone path almost making him trip. "Fuck off."