Would you tie my shoelaces? [ENGLISH VERSION]

04. Unreal,

Actions say more than a thousand words, it's what people always say, although, in reality, they're the words that take more action in what one ends up thinking of someone and transmits into words than the actions themselves.

I know it from experience, I know it because it could also be called true, and I know it because it is repeated daily in my life. Day by day, week after week, night and morning, afternoon and hours next to minutes, year after year, and more time that proves that phrase is just pure shit covered in a wrapper of supposed truths.

Life is what it is, but this is not life, so let alone mine. I don't want to play the important one here, I don't want everything to be focused on my story, I don't want any of that, nothing at all. I don't like it. Even though I'm saying all this, even though my mouth is open and letting out words that my brain doesn't yet process, you're listening to me, which surprises me because I don't think many do it because of how selfish human beings can be.

Life is chaos, and feelings are chaos, but humans, me, you, and everyone else in this world, are and will be at the top of the list. We are a chaos; one whose solution does not seek to do its job.

Just now I often say so much nonsense like this at break time, at school. The girls chat without noticing how some had their attention, because, like everyone else, they want to try to tell about them out of necessity. Sarah is playing with my hair, and by playing I mean touching it and half mistreating it, though not like before, of course. I already told her that it would end up killing my hair, besides how my progenitor loved it to shine.

Without short notice, I felt my body being covered by a hug. Enid; I thought, but it was actually Sarah tired and defeated from the grammar pop quiz she had today. The girls in her room, and she haven't stopped talking about it since they arrived, I was grateful for the information because it would help me study when I had it, and yet, I worried that I wasn't good enough to get a hundred on it. I needed to be the best in my class, that was the only thing I could be good at, right?

"Come on girls, this is boring," Olivia couldn't help but be a drama queen if she didn't get gossip, as usual. "Nobody talks about romance, that's the best thing these years. Martina is in love with Zac, Zac with someone outside of school, Sarah says Mark, I already told you about my boyfriend, which Fatima and many I imagine, can't help but drool over Sebastian, my boyfriend, but that's as far as it goes. None of you do anything, and the others don't trust us, or me to tell me who they like. I just can't believe it."

Drama queen as I said. Supposedly she, Olivia, has Sebastian as a boyfriend; the popular guy of our generation and the least horrifying of all the other men. They never hold hands or kiss, but they do dedicate cheesy things to each other online and give each other mushy nicknames. Pathetic, I'd say. And everyone.

Olivia looks at me, and when I notice I decide to try to pretend I'm talking to Sarah, but she couldn't care less.

"Sarah, get off me already. It hur..."

"Avis, who do you like? -she asked, not caring if I was interrupting anything or not. That's enough, I know, every girl around knew exactly. There was no way I could escape from here because he had already set his eyes on me. "You never talk about yourself, we have to get to know each other better, don't you think? Life won't always go on as it is now."

She kept an irritable smile as if she was begging me to punch her in the face and send her flying. Obviously, that wasn't what she was asking for, she was looking to get information out of me to keep herself busy for at least a whole month, and when it was over, find another victim. Sarah knew, I knew, we both knew that I would not get rid of her and that I had to answer her back, I had to answer her back. In a way that will make me look bored. Which, won't be a problem, boring is already written in permanent dye on my face. Maybe then it will be less of a problem.