Class ended and I went to my locker
immediately to drop all my textbooks and folders.
Carrying all those things in my backpack made me look like a hunchback and the last thing I wanted was to be known as the 'Campus's Hunchbacked Nerd'. Well, yeah I get it- I was a nerd.
I wore glasses, I still had braces, and I got straight A's. Stereotypical.
I don't get why people put these so called "classifications" in High School. I mean, that is so 80's. I wore glasses because I was too broke to own contact lenses.
I had braces because my teethes weren't
as straight as Kendall Jenner's.
And I got A's because l yearned to study
in Dartmouth. A prestigious school that
I had been dreaming to be since I was
younger.
"Sidney!" A voice boomed, causing me to
drop the last textbook I was about to put
inside my locker. "Oh! Sorry l startled you!"
"It's okay, Case" I smiled at my friend
Casey. My only friend.
"l just got ecstatic about the cafeteria
serving tacos and burritos today" she said in excitement.
"Oh," I managed to say. Too bad I'm not
really into those. See my friend Casey here
is a Mexican. She sometimes speaks to me
in Spanish and when she does, I tell her to
shut the hell up because the only thing I
understand in Spanish is "bueno"- credits to Dora the Explorer. Our relationship was just weird like that. She'd go to Taco Bell every Tuesdays and Thursdays and I kid you not, all the Taco Bell staffs here in our town knows her.
As we walked, people greeted Casey. It's
not like it was her birthday, it was just that
she was somewhat 'Popular. Aside from her
exotic Latina beauty, Casey was the head
cheerleader and she had been participating
in a lot of school activities lately. Unlike me.
The only thing I did was eat, read, shit, and
eat again. I know, my life was remarkable like that. Note the sarcasm.
As we made a left to where the cafeteria was located, I saw Vans gave her a wink.
Casey blushed and I laughed.
"What?" Casey asked me, still blushing.
"He's just disgusting that's all," I replied.
Casey rolled her eyes at me as we went up in line with our trays. The smell of freshly made tacos and burritos caused my stomach to grumble.
"I mean he's fine," Casey started to say.
"What, the tacos?" I said.
"No I meant Vans, silly!" She giggled.
"Oh," I said with a blank face. "Well, I highly
disagree with that."
"Why do you hate him anyway?"
"I could give a hundred reasons why but I'm
hungry so..yeah maybe next time."
