Chapter 2: Especially you, Rose

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So you can now see three of the main characters here! How are they??
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I walked past everyone like they were invisible the whole day. I mean, think about it. I just got a very unexpected message from a very unexpected person on a very unexpected day, and just when I was about to open this unexpected message with a mind full of curiosity, the teacher catches me red handed and makes me stand up the whole class. Come on, I'm just not good enough to handle her very long lectures about why sexism is important (she thinks that sitting with boys can impregnate girls and also hasn't ever heard the word gay before) and un-understandable explanations of why x broke up with y (that's maths, if you didn't get it).

Robby kept turning around every other second and spitting very dumb jokes and I stood like a ghost, while Alan was concentrated on the lecture of the teacher that was wasting half of the class, fortunately. He turned around only to giggle at me when the teachie started scolding me. Yeah, I know teachie sounds really cringe. But that's my point.

"Hey Rose," Robby started again, turning around, "I'm still not so close with half of the students of this class, so tell me, who do you think is the dumbest person in this class?"

"ROBBY!"

"She got that right," I muttered, nodding at the teachie, who was now glaring daggers at Robby. He burst out laughing, then stopped as he noticed who had said his name.

"Got what right?" Teachie asked me, eyebrows raised.

"This sum," I pointed to one of the next un-understandable sum in my notebook and nodded innocently, "Now I got that right, I really did". Teachie nodded in content and went back to glaring at Robby, "Turn around, Robby. Why do you always have to turn around and talk with girls? You have a guy sitting right with you, why don't you talk to him instead?"

See. I told you she's sexist.

The whole class hooted and howled a loud "OH" while Robby's cheeks went red in embarrassment. I just rolled my eyes. This happened whenever the class' ships were called out by the teachie. No big deal. Just some dumb kids.

Teachie frowned, "Stop howling! Are you all wolves, or what??"

"I'd prefer a lion!" Theodore declared proudly, pumping his fists in the air. Ha, but you look more like a donkey.

"Lions don't howl, Sherlock!" Harry called back, and we all laughed.

"I thought they did? At night, on full moons?" What the hell? You got the whole conception of 'werewolves' wrong, you idiot!

"Those are werewolves!"

See what I said? That you heard just now were Harry and Theodore, the comedians in class. Plus the dumbest ones.

"Theo! Harry! Shut up or I'll be sending you to the principal!" Teachie shouted angrily. Oh no, anger mode on. But Theodore and Harry, of course didn't care. Neither did the others who kept laughing, including me.

"Rose, sit down now. And keep that phone back," Teachie ordered. I nodded immediately and sat down, then never dared to take out my phone until the teachie went. After she did, I quickly took it out, but forgot why I was even so eager to check it out in the first place.

"So I'm the dumbest person in this class?" Robby asked, turning around and bringing back the same topic from before. I sighed internally, but shrugged and answered, "It depends. We're all dumb sometimes"

Except me. I'm always dumb, but I wouldn't like to acknowledge that in front of anyone, not even my parents or closest friends. Or my puppy.

"Sometimes. That sometimes, is an always, for Robby," Sam smirked. Robby groaned, "Look who's talking!"

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