All The Way

GROCERY SHOPPING

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Sometimes I feel like time passes so quickly in school. It feels as though it's the only thing that matters.

Books. Notes. Exams. Study. Scores.

These are the only things I've known all my life. Sometimes I think it's all I'm capable of doing.

Read, memorize, write, get the best marks, repeat. It's what I've been doing for my whole fucking life. It's exhausting sometimes. After graduating (and becoming the class valedictorian, obvi), the SAT's, four years of college, my thoughts halt. It scares me to death to think about what comes after. A life where I'll have to make my own decisions, where I'll make mistakes but no one to correct them. And in all of this chaos, James is the only entertaining part.

Correction: Teasing and beating James is the only entertaining part.

After our first encounter/meeting in sixth grade, we quickly became sour with each other. Him being the new mysterious kid with a super rich family, and surprising perfect academic grades. And me, just the good old overachiever. It didn't take everyone long to figure out that now, I had a competitor. A rival in a game I've been playing my whole life.

Teachers started comparing us, competing us against each other and always chosing one of us in the end, instead of just declaring a tie. That's when we came up with the score. Well technically, it was just me. But who cares?

We've been neck to neck ever since. I find myself scheming or planning his defeat so often that it makes me sick that I think about him too much.

Well then, looks like someone did say this with great experience and outcome that "we should keep our enemies close".

Here I am, sitting in an hour long bus ride, wasting my precious leisure time on that prick. Great.

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Just as I enter the grocery store, I pick up a basket and start throwing stuff into the basket.

Chicken
Frozen mac 'n' cheese
Dino nuggets
Some peppers, spring onions, carrots, beans
Tofu
Cheese (alot of it)
Two loaves of bread
A packet of tortillas
A jar of salsa 'n' hummus
Some fruits
Two dozen eggs

While I'm strolling through the instant noodles and ramen section, a personal favorite of mine, I suddenly realize how close the exams are. It might only be just the first semester exams, but they are equally important.

Oh man. I need to plan a visit soon. I can't just keep putting it off again and again. I'm fucked.

If I don't plan going atleast a few times this month, I'm seriously fucked. I need to maintain my grades if I still plan on getting the highest score, and beating James. I'm not letting that overconfident piece of shit win this time around.

Yeah, I know I curse way too much for a stereotypical nerd, I've already heard about it way too many times from Cassie and Marie. I'm aware. I still don't get why I'm not supposedly allowed to curse just because I'm smarter than most. Definitely not fair. At all.

Oh God Tasha, just get back to the point.

So it's confirmed. I'll quitely sneak in at midnight with the spare set of keys, look the important parts up, carefully and properly, lock it up and come back out without letting the school guard notice. Well that won't be a problem at all! He's such a heavy sleeper, I've literally sneaked into the school like a dozen times already, if not more.

After finalizing tomorrow's plans, I look up the shelf.

Three packets of Shin Ramen
Two packets of Udon noodles
One family pack of Top Ramen Curry
Two big packets of Oats Maggi.

All Done.

I get all the groceries ringed up.
$78
Damn, everything's so expensive nowadays. It's like I'm buying diamonds, and not food.

Then I get my noodle stash ringed up separately, and pay for it using my allowance.
$24

Picking up all of the bags, I start walking home while thinking over my adventure tomorrow night. Tomorrow's definitely gonna be a fun day, or night atleast.

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NATASHA'S SECRET JOURNAL ENTRIES

Friday
September 10, 2021

Perspective. Isn't it such a simple, yet complex terminology. It's defined as "your opinion or attitude towards something". But is it as simple as the few words that oxford dictionary proposes? No indeed. A single situation becomes such a different talk to every single one of us. The gap, neverending and miles apart, yet we still somehow end up living in the same place without murdering every single person who doesn't agree with us. But we still feel infuriated when someone doesn't feel the same as we do. We start looking at them differently, start treating them differently and create a whole psychological sketch of them. From their attitude, to their entire backstory, we create a life for them from our assumptions and imaginations. Like a documentary meant for our mind, and our mind only. Our frontal cortex running like a bullet train. But how does one decide which perspective is the correct one? By using scriptures and transcripts thousands of years old, or by some computer simulation that collects data from millions around the world. Well, I think that no one is correct and no one is wrong. Everyone wants to make decisions so simplified, that they visualize everything in black and white. And in the end, all of us will still end up in a war of what is what and why. But the moment we start involving the debate of our emotions, and feelings, things start sorting themselves out. All of us with such a strong perspective, yet still bound by emotions. Isn't that what makes us sentient being so special?

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A/N: Here's something new that I've been wanting to try out for quite sometime now, hope you enjoy it. Do vote the story if you liked it, would mean the world to me :)

P.S. i would love some book suggestions!!