Enchanted Experiments

Chapter 3 - Rei

I have never been more disappointed in myself. Seriously, what was I thinking? Getting into a fight with Adisyn? “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”, I chanted to myself, as I slapped my palm across my forehead. My forehead had started to become numb and I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a permanent indent in my forehead in the shape of my palm. I’ve been sitting in my bed for a while now, it’s pitch black. The dark kind of is unsettling, in the way that I put my hand in front of me and I can’t see it. The way if i close my eyes and open them, there is no difference. It’s freaky that way.

They recorded my fight. Does it really even count as a fight? We just punched each other once and exchanged verbal insults. So really, I shouldn’t be worried about this and staying up till 2AM thinking about it. At the most, a few people will find out about it and then talk about the drama. What’s more interesting than drama afterall to some highschoolers? I need to fall asleep right now, go to school, focus on school, volunteer, and then study. I know, it’s exciting. I lay back down after having been sitting up. It feels good after a long time. I shut my eyes and turn to my side, where my nightstand is. . My phone sits there, practically begging to get picked up. But, I know better than to fall for its temptations. I won’t be able to fall asleep if I do. I’m starting  to get really tired and staying awake is almost becoming tiring too.

My alarm goes off without fail, this annoying high-pitched beep. I want to strangle it. My eyes weigh a ton and everything is blurry, squinting my eyes. It’s 6:30 AM, and I turn off my phone. The sun hasn’t come out yet and it’s still dark outside. I grunt, getting out of my bed, in my pajamas. Everything is cramped up, and my eyes feel heavy. I basically drag myself to my bathroom and start doing my skincare and brushing my teeth. I did my entire morning routine, and I was surprisingly feeling not too bad about today. I had just volunteered the night before and got the fight off my mind.

It was 7:30 now, I had ate breakfast and made sure I had everything ready in my backpack. My phone was in my hand, I've been trying to do this thing where I don't touch my phone for the first hour of the day. Apparently, it's healthy for you or something. My phone was immediately overstimulated with 56 messages from Sammie. How lovely, I am curious LIKe though. I scrolled through the beginning, and muscles in my face dropped. A smile wouldn't be accurate. The text read “DID U GET INTO A FIGHT WITH ADISYN”. How does news even travel that fast?

Sammie isn't exactly my friend, but she's probably the closest person to being called my friend. Sammie is everywhere when it comes to gossip, and talks to everyone about it so she can get an inside scoop about the information. When she started talking to me, I guess she felt pity for me, a girl with no friends who knows nothing else but school. I don't need anyone to take pity on me, but she still tries to text me a lot, being friendly.

Below was a very low graphic video of me punching Adisyn. Then, lots of spamming. Finally, her telling me that Adisyn deserved it anyway and wondering why we fought. My brain was a disaster, lots of thoughts running around, crashing with each other aimlessly. How many people know? How did she find out? How did she find the video? What are people saying about it? How did people find out? I bit my lip, trying to focus on all the energy and pressure on my lip. A pressure point. A busy loud area but once I find that spot and touch it, it turns white and quiet.

I inhale deeply, whenever I need to cope, I talk about the facts. They're what keeps me functioning and working, they're straightforward, they usually don't change, and they're fact. There's no debate about them, unlike messy opinions. The bus is coming in 4 minutes. School starts at 8 o'clock. The bus drive takes 6 minutes, without traffic. It could be that only Sammie knows by some personal extensive underground investigations. I step outside, trying not to think about it, focusing my mind to be only focused on school. Not dating it to let it wander off.