Overlap

Chapter 91-A: Wasteful Days of High School

<11/15/2012 - 12:22 | Cage High School (Lunch), Austell, GA, USA>

The perfect day for the perfect snack, ruined by the noise blasting through the double doors I tried to open. The cafeteria is where everybody goes during the lunch period to eat, but there's one particular aspect about this setting that I just can't stand on most days.

"It's so freaking loud in here!"

"What?!"

"Very funny." I knew perfectly well Lumina could hear my thoughts just fine. Telepathy doesn't muffle in the loud noises around me as much as ordinary speech does. Still, it's so loud in here today, I can barely hear my own thoughts post projection.

"It's always loud in here. Need I remind you?" Lumina knew the status quo by now. I've shown her all around the campus through my own eyes. She's seen it all; the courtyard, the track, the lunch room, the faculty room, the auditorium, the gymnasium, even the changing room. Yeah, I didn't mean for that to sound creepy. That's just the way things are. If I see something while connected to Lumina, she sees it too in all the full detail. The loud noises are of course no exception here.

"Forget this," I stamped turning around to leave. "I'll just eat outside, at the Senior Courtyard." I bring my own lunches to school, on the count of discovering recently that gluten was a major factor of cause into my recent headaches. Therefore, I didn't need to wait in a long line to eat prison food; I simply needed a quiet place to enjoy some serenity and eat in peace.

"But the Senior Courtyard is for seniors. Will they allow you to be out there?"

"Of course they will."

"You seem so sure..."

I was as sure as I sounded, as I made my way to the peaceful destination. The courtyard is actually empty at this specific time since most seniors take a lunch at a different period of the day than freshmen. Of course, I knew I would never get permission to stay out there and eat lunch if I asked politely. What I've realized early on is, the custodians can't say no if I don't ask them in the first place. "Nobody else is using it, and it would go to waste if I wasn't outside to appreciate the serenity there." By serenity, I mostly meant the lack of noise and the lack of people to make such noise. I've had a more difficult time lately enduring any sounds above the level of a vacuum cleaner or a crowded hall, so I factored this in as a requirement.

"I see you're having one of those days, where rules are meant to be broken."

I knew full well that Lumina could care less whether I act like a model student or piss in everybody's corn flakes. At the beginning of middle school, I used to care so much about being the good student that never gets into any trouble. After everything I've experienced now, I deserve a little freedom for not losing my mind many years ago. "It's not about the specific rules that are enforced, but rather the meaning behind them. The reason the teachers restrict non-seniors from this courtyard is because students of lower grade levels are usually rowdy, destructive, or ill-mannered. Does that sound like me? Of course it doesn't. I'm usually so quiet, nobody notices me in the first place, which out here will go double since I'm using telepathy to speak to you instead of my physical voice. And even if they do notice me, they're less likely to raise any issue with me about it when all they see is a quiet lonesome teenager eating his gluten free sandwich in peace."

"If you say so."

I knew I spoke a mouthful, but I was confident in my deductions. The school is absolutely full of crazy hall monitors on a power trip, who only have an appetite for making other students feel bad about their average life choices. As far as I know, they don't teach, nor do they contribute anything useful to the environment here, so I've lost a lot of respect for the rules, at least where I find them to be stupid or highly inconvenient.