As I cried in the stall, squatting in order not to touch the toilet and my feet resting on both sides of the bowl, I hear a knock on the door.
"Yo, what the freaking fraker cracker are you crying for?" Is suddenly heard from the other side. It's Angie, my bestie for lestie life! "In my opinion, Ines should be the one in the bathroom stall, not you." She adds, not sounding too happy about the situation.
"The demons took over me.." I manage to moan, my voice slightly shaking after crying so much because I'm the victim. (Literally bro.)
"Shut the hell up, Dorothy. Stop trying to make everything about yourself." I could hear her grinding her teeth violently, her voice was loud and dominant. I couldn't fight back, so I just stayed quiet and hit the woah silently. (Because I'm the victim, literally bro.)
* * *
Next period was science class, and I was still in the bathroom stall. I knew that I was the victim, that everybody loved me no matter what, so I got up, wiped my teary face and opened the door with confidence written all over my face, posture, and dumpling bun.
But before leaving, I checked myself out in the bathroom. Good golly do I look good!
I took my agenda and went to the secretary for a billet de retard, then walked calmly to the second floor.
I sat down beside Madhi, I loved science class because his beautiful butt rested on the chair beside the one where I sit. He usually always calls me racist slurs and ruins my hair, but today, after the incident, he seemed rather quiet... Perhaps even scared. He looked at me with a worried glance and I winked at him. He moves his head back to the front, where the teacher was and blinked slowly, his eyes wide open and his hands shaking like if he just played tennis. Was my wink really that powerful?
I stare at him once again and notice hes wearing a blue tie with salmon prints all over it. I shift my chair closer to him and take his rather ugly tie, while my face getting super duper luper to his. My breath could be felt on his neck, making Mahdi uncomfortable and uneasy.
"Wow... Fishy... Do you like fish?" I ask, while rubbing his tie with my thumb. "I like fish too... Fishy..."
His face suddenly goes blank and he turns to me slowly. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but then stops. He just takes my wrist with force and yanks it off in order to stop my contact with his tie.
"Stop that..." He demands, his voice serious, dry, and his glance stale. It was so cute seeing his hand slowly breaking my wrist, dislocating it as I wince in pain.
* * *
Once I got home after these long, painful school hours, I sit down on my wooden desk and prepare a perfectly blank piece of paper, ready to be filled with creativity. I take my mechanical pencil and begin to make strokes of graphite on the sheet.
I think Madhi's perfect rectangular torso would look incredible with abs. I start drawing his torso, making it seem more attractive.
"Splendid!" I scream, as I continue to let my hand lead the way as I draw with passion. I was so excited to see him tomorrow.
