August 23
Tuesday, August 22, 2023
It's officially been one week since I started school. It's hell. It's the same as every other year. I'm in my 4th period right now which is a study hall and just felt the need to write. School has already been stressful, due to the teacher deciding to give us homework on the last day of school (last Tuesday). Kids are the same. Just the freshmen are so annoying, thinking they rule the school or something. When in reality no one likes them. But I mean I was once them so who am I to talk? Other than that, I'm doing pretty well. I get to see Kate next time for lunch. Which is my favorite part of the day. Tommy keeps trying to talk to me. I don't respond to him, because I don't like to talk to people. They get me stressed out with the littlest things they do. Especially-
A loud bell rang through the classroom and that was my signal to get out of there. I shut my journal and shoved it into my backpack. I swung it onto my shoulder and headed for the door.
I made my way down towards the lunchroom where Kat stood waiting for me like always.
I walked down the hallways as people shoved each other and others talked amongst each other. Others even made out.
I will never understand how people just make out in the hallways. Like how do they not feel embarrassed or judged? Like no one wants to see that go get a room or something. Especially when they start feeling up on each other. Makes me wanna throw up.
When I make it to the lunch room I see Kate smiling as she waits. I can feel my face light up as I get to see her.
When I reach her, I go in for a hug as always.
She then proceeds to put her arm around me as we walk into the lunchroom.
"So how were your first four periods?" she asked in curiosity.
"Hell. Same as usual." I responded in exhaustion.
"You always say that."
"Alright, it was super fantastic! Very uplifting." I say in sarcasm. "Better?" I ask, going back to my regular tone.
"Much." She smiles at me.
I roll my eyes playfully at her as we both get to our table. She takes a seat next to me like always. I enjoy her next to me, then across from me. I hate when people eat. It's weird and gross.
"How was your first half of the day?" I ask her this time.
"I mean, photography was fun today. Tomorrow we have to choose a model to shoot." She paused and made eye contact with me for a split second.
I don't think she realized I saw her. But I did. I knew exactly where this was going.
"And I was going to ask if maybe you-"
"Nope. No way." I cut her off.
"Oh come on. Why not? It'll be fun." She encouraged me.
"No, I've told you countless times I don't enjoy that kind of stuff," I said in a tone where I began to feel bad for her.
I then saw her smile fall down and noticed she was sad about it.
"I'm sorry, but I'm sure they'll be others who will love to be in that position." I apologized.
"Yeah, no it's alright." She responded.
She then looked away and rested her elbow against the table, with her head sitting on it. I know what she was trying to do. She wanted me to feel bad and it was working.
"Alright, maybe." I spit out.
Her head flew up and her face lit up.
"Really? Oh my god! I love you. I love you." She kept repeating and she went in for a hug.
