Part Ten.

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I am drowning in a never-ending pile of research papers and homework. My dismal attitude is making it hard for me to even think properly, let alone do my homework. A large stack of mathematical notes sits in front of me , and I am trying my best to decipher the unfathomable codes of Probability. Curse the day that I ever decided to get proper education. I mean who even cares about mathematics? It has always been my weakness, and it has reached an extent that I actually consider my lack of knowledge and understanding  innate. I realize I still have an English essay . Our teacher loves creativity and pure imagination , so he’s given us the freedom to choose our own subjects. Mine is something historic, could be made up, or an actual event.  I don’t think of my English research paper as a heavy load though, because it has always been my specialty.

The codes have finally been untangled , and I am done studying math , for now, that is . I start my English research reluctantly, for I have been studying mathematics for almost 2 hours, my common sense has been damaged.

I decide to write about a fictional historic event, occurring in the late 1900s.

“ The great revolutionist, Liberty Jones, has finally had enough. The government was following a law of coercion. They were forcing everyone to practice the law of Mathematics, when that was clearly uncalled for and not necessary.

Liberty was a 16 year old student , living in Great Britain. She went to school every day , like all regular lads and lasses. One problem though, a certain subject was being given excess attention, it has reached an extent that it is now absurd . Liberty was not the kind to understand mathematics and practice it naturally, she had to work hard, even though it never really did pay off.

One day , she finally put her foot down . She decided to revolt against the tyrannical government, and organized an upheaval against the laws of Mathematics. It took her great effort and courage , to finally rid the great people of London of the horrific subject known as mathematics.

And that was how the mighty Liberty Jones granted her people liberty.”

It is kind of ironic, the whole time I was writing my essay , I’ve been laughing like a lunatic . I must admit I am very funny in my nature, and a bit weird . Wanda tells me that I am an odd spirit everyday , but she says it is what makes me unique.

Wanda is a great friend. I’ve lost tons of close friends last year , but the only one to stick beside me and help me through thick and thin was her . In fact, she is the only one who knows about my infatuation with Vinie, and she supports me and helps me no matter what. Wanda has dark black hair with few red streaks. Her style  is a lot like mine, creative and different, which is probably why we get along so well.  She is not very tall nor short , kind of like me , and she is neither fat nor very skinny. In short , she is exactly what she should be .

As if Wanda is a resident inside my brain , she calls me as soon as my brain mentions her . “ Ready for school today , Lin?” she beams , and I could imagine her jumping up and down and grinning at me , through her phone. “ Sure , why wouldn’t I be?” I reply sarcastically. I am trying not to sound too desperate or clingy , but she knows me too well. “ Oh shut up ! As if I  don’t know you are nearly going to die of a heart-attack because of your enthusiasm !  You are finally going to see him tomorrow,” she chants . I think she is more excited than I am , and that shows me exactly how much she cares about me . I mean , if a friend is willing to worry about your business before their own , that means something. “ Well, yeah I am excited . Oh My God! What do you think I should wear? And what about my hair?!” I am quickly driven back into my normal-self by her words. A tide of excitement washes over me as I start thinking about different hairstyles. “ You should wear the school uniform , silly. And, about your hair, go with the loose curls, you know how he always likes to compliment you when you let your hair down , so do it . “ She replies in a manner that makes me feel really stupid . I cannot believe I was worrying about what I should wear when we have a school uniform . I give myself a face-palm , and I laugh a little. Wanda joins me , and soon enough we are bursting into manic laughter.

We discuss everything for about two hours , and suddenly, I glance at my watch . It is 11:40 p.m ! I really need to go sleep ! “ Wanda! It’s nearly midnight , and I really need to go , I’ll see you tomorrow though , okay ? “ she sighs , and bids me adieu . “ Good night , babe, see ya ! “ Typical Wanda reply, and I am very glad that she is not offended . “ Good night, see you .”

I  wear my night garments in approximately 2 minutes , brush my teeth in another 2 minutes , and hop in bed . I say my night prayers , which takes almost 5 minutes , and I am now lying down , making up scenarios and possibilities of how things might go tomorrow. 1st case scenario : Vinie would spot me from across the field , and come running towards me , dazzled by my charming smile , and my hair that is slightly flying around in an attractive matter. He is 10 feet away from me , and he is panting. He looks me in the eye , and comes closer. He places his hand on my neck , pushing away my hair . He then puts both hands on my neck , in a collar form , and tilts my head backwards, he leans in , and then – End of 1st case scenario. Now, 2nd case scenario, I step foot on school grounds, and spot him immediately. He is with his typical group of friends , the loud one, Anthony, his other friend which has the tendency of complementing me every single chance he gets , his name is Matt, and some other guys that I barely know . I walk towards him, expecting him to turn around , and hug me tight , proving that he’d missed me . Instead, he doesn’t even see me , as if I am some kind of ghost , invisible.

“ Stop thinking, Lindsay ! “ I order myself. I should probably go to sleep now. I close my eyes , and make a silent wish . Everything will be alright tomorrow, Lin. Calm down . 

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