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As the kitchen clock slowly approached 7 a.m., I quickly gathered all the required notebooks for my classes today and deftly placed them into my backpack. Though I felt a little frustrated at first, I knew I had to be swift as time passed. Natalie had already left for school, and I didn't want to be late. With a deep breath, I hoisted my heavy backpack over my shoulder and dashed out the door, ready to take on another day in hell.
I quietly trod on the same path I always took to get to school, but then the incident from yesterday flashed in my mind. I remembered his ordinary brown eyes, but I saw a different spark than other guys. He seemed different.
Without warning, a car zoomed past me, jolting me back to the present moment. I was running late.
Finally, I reached the school's main gate, with one or two cars trailing behind me. And that reminded a lonely and destitute person like me that the wealthy were only getting richer.
I entered my classroom, and as I looked around, I noticed almost everyone was present, stressing about their unfinished homework. My class had a notorious habit of going home on the day the homework was assigned and then returning to class to finish writing it, with most of them copying the answers from each other.
Oh, what excuses they had! I couldn't even think of half of those to save my life.
"My little sister tore the page," "water spilled on it," or "there was a power outage." I can't even imagine coming up with so many excuses like that. It's a complete nonsense!
I glanced at the class and headed towards the back, where my seat was.
I take out my homework, walk to the table, and drop it on top of all the other student's homework.
The back seat was always my private little space in the world. I could easily stick my head out the door and watch what was happening in the school because the door was always open. Being completely silent for hours without anyone giving a shit probably made me one of the mysterious kids in class.
I would always describe my class as totally 'Different' from any other in school. Yes, the early morning heat due to the combination of bad breath, the scorching hot sun, and carbon dioxide from other places fucked me up mostly but, there could be worse.
I gazed around the classroom and sighed, I didn't know if I should be disappointed in the people I was surrounded with or glad.
How the fuck did I end up with people who weren't worse than my former classmates?
My existence was barely noticed but it felt nice to have a discreet life and be the strange one in class.
A few minutes later, I got distracted reading scientific terms in my textbook and started memorizing them until, out of nowhere, the bell rang.
Shit.
It was already 7: 40?
Everyone lazily forces themselves out of their chairs and tiredly shuffles their feet out.
What was everyone so tired of?
Half the class doesn't even do their homework and half of the half who do it copy from others.
Probably those who come to school tired were playing online games or watching pornography at 1 a.m.
Surely some illegal shit.
Classic Junior high schoolers.
Making dumb decisions.
With that I mean, seriously dumb ones. That was one of the typical things in life. I made some shit decisions years ago, considering some deep shit assholes who lived in my shadow as 'friends'.
School was a tiny shit hole our parents sent us to, with only a few of us sacrificing screen time, unnecessary conversations and arguments or fights, and sleep. Some of us still killing ourselves by memorizing made-easy definitions of words we would never need in our lonely lives, other than writing it on a shit piece of paper.
Gosh, I can't believe I used to like school.
They used to have better food back then anyway.
I quickly rush out, leaving everything scattered on my table and joining the lines formed.
Our headmaster was already doing his duty - screaming senselessly and habitually at everyone as if we didn't know we had to walk rapidly.
The man's temper was as short as his height, and his intelligence level.
I made sure my dress looked perfectly presentable and fixed my mask, but then I saw him and my heart started beating with joy and nervousness just by seeing him. He smiled, that too on a MONDAY!
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