My newly found friend Aelyn is like a linguistic hurricane, a verbal whirlwind on a caffeine bender! It's as if she swallowed a dictionary and a thesaurus for breakfast, chased them down with a shot of espresso, and decided to turn every conversation into a rollercoaster ride through the wildest corners of the English language.
She's the kind of person who could turn a simple "good morning" into a full-blown TED talk on the etymology of mornings, complete with a PowerPoint presentation and interpretive dance routines. You can't just have a casual chat with Moon Aelyn; it's like signing up for a linguistic safari where you never know if you'll encounter a pun lurking in the bushes or a metaphor swinging from the trees.
She is the type of person who could charm a brick wall into a philosophical discussion about its place in the universe. You can picture her strolling down the street, casually engaging in deep conversation with a stoic brick facade, as if it's just another day at the intellectual gym.
She'd start with something innocuous like, "Lovely weather we're having, don't you think?" And before you know it, she's got the brick wall pondering the meaning of life and questioning whether its rough texture is a metaphor for the trials and tribulations of existence.
Next thing you know, the brick wall is contemplating a career change to become a canvas for avant-garde graffiti or pondering the possibility of a mid-life renovation to spice up its aesthetic appeal. Moon Aelyn's conversations have that effect—they make even the most inanimate objects start questioning their purpose and considering their place in the grand tapestry of existence.
Being around Moon Aelyn is like being hooked up to an energy drain disguised as a person. You start off feeling all pumped up like a helium-filled balloon at a birthday party, but after just a few minutes of her linguistic acrobatics, you're left deflated and wondering if you should invest in some extra-strength coffee just to keep up.
As the dismissal bell unleashed its shrill cry, it was like a banshee with a newfound passion for roller derby zooming through the classroom. Suddenly, chaos erupted like popcorn in a microwave—backpacks zipped, papers shoved, and a chorus of "See ya!" and "Catch you on the flip side!" ricocheting off the walls.
But in the eye of this storm of activity, there I sat, firmly planted in my seat, as if my glue stick had decided to stage a protest. While everyone else was diving headfirst into the tornado of freedom, I remained committed to the noble task of textbook organization. With the precision of a neurosurgeon and the determination of a squirrel hoarding acorns, I meticulously arranged my textbooks into a pyramid of scholarly serenity.
I was about as eager to leave as a sloth on a caffeine detox.
"Bye Aelyn, Bye Aerin! Have a nice lunch break!" chirped a few passersby, tossing out goodbyes like confetti at a party. I couldn't help but blink in confusion. Why were they bidding us adieu as if we were about to embark on a cross-country road trip together?
It was only my first day, for goodness' sake! I hadn't even managed to memorize everyone's names, let alone establish myself as the reigning monarch of the lunch table. And yet, here I was, receiving a farewell fit for a departing astronaut returning from a year-long mission in space.
I sighed dramatically, realizing that the cheerful farewell parade was probably more for Aelyn than for me. After all, she's the type of person who could make friends with a rock and have it singing show tunes in no time. Meanwhile, I was still struggling to get my textbooks to acknowledge my existence, let alone join me for a friendly chat.
I packed up my last book with all the enthusiasm of a sloth in a marathon, which is to say, not much enthusiasm at all. It was like watching paint dry, but less exciting. I mustered the strength to glance up, only to be met with the sight of Aelyn's smile-at-everything face, beaming at me like a lighthouse guiding ships to shore.
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