Girls & Boys

Chapter 1

Curtains back out from the path where the sunlight ambles.

    As I open the windows, a strong breeze smacks me hard in the face before I can feel my cheeks blush cold. While I am busy writing a note in my diary before stepping out of the door for school, the wind beckons at the papers scattered on my study table. I try my best to snatch them away from the strong grip of the wind.

      I latch the windows and sit back on my cozy recliner, staring at the cuckoos that are welcoming a bright morning as they hop on the branches of the red oak standing in the sight of my balcony.

    "Sweetie! It's time for school. The bus never fails to respect punctuality and sincerity unlike you. You must head out quick!"

    Amidst the clattering of dishes, I can still hear Mom mumble to herself and heave a sigh of disappointment. I roll my eyes and muffle, "Yeah!"

      I itch my back head and find a hairclip hanging to it from nowhere until my eyes shoot at the clock bulging on the front wall. Oh, Merlin's beard!

      I am already running late. Ignorance slaps bad. It does leave slight red marks on life.

I bookmark the unbarred page of my diary and lock it with my little kitty chain. I grab the schoolbooks and stuff them into my backpack. Before I can take a last-minute close-up at myself in the mirror to make my hair look presentable and lips less dry, I almost trip over the parcel box left on the rug which I was supposed to open up yesterday itself. But I somehow failed to remember doing so. Instead, I place it on the study table to look for after school.

     I run down the stairs with my earphones leisurely tiptoeing on the hills of my ears while my phone begins to play a terrible jazz tune which is accompanied by an irksome voice delivery. Must be an advertisement for sure. What in the world is up with Spotify? Honestly, sometimes I feel like these music apps tend to scratch more coins for commercializing big companies than redeeming the flow of entertainment for their users. For that matter, I spend half the time listening to a woman's voice interrupting the music by assuring us with uninterrupted music only if I buy the premium version. As if I would ask my mom to buy it and get myself grounded.

Anyways, I lunge to my feet to reach the door when mom comes in handy with a chicken sandwich and stuffs it right into my mouth. I hum and bid her goodbye while I struggle to push the main door with my skinny ass back. I hurry for the bus stop and luckily, no cars are meandering ahead, so I simply cross the road and wait no longer, since the bus is taking a turn at the edge of the lane. It arrives on the fourth core in a count of seconds and the doors slam open withal the strong gust of wind that waves by.

I feel like the wind is quite mad at me today. For whatsoever reason, it's acting harsh on the things I touch. It's acting harsh on me. But my ignorance overcomes the rage that it's expressing indirectly.

I leap into the bus and reserve a seat for myself beside Hannah. She grins at me.

"So, what's your plan for today? Did you finish the journal on Genetic Continuity that was assigned to us?"

I panic, "Shit! I haven't even touched the journal for ages! What am I supposed to do now?"

I rummage through my bag, removing all the books out of it, which slide down my thighs while I am busy unzipping every chain attached to it. "Oh my gosh! Seems like I didn't bring the journal with me. I feel like punching my face so hard. I had forgotten about the assignment. What about you?"

"I am afraid I didn't bring my journal either. Seems like we are on the same page!" She purses her lips.

We glance at each other with wide eyes. "We are screwed!" Both of us scream. Until the next jiff we are found cackling to death.