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"Gosh, Leeia! You're so slow, we're gonna be late just like last time! Hurry up." the loudness of her voice could not match anybody else's. It's crazy.
"Will you shut up? I can't focus on what I'm trying to draw, for god's sake!" if she's gonna be loud, then I'm louder. We really couldn't care less about the people who might hear us.
She slapped both her palms on both her ears like I'm ACTUALLY louder. Does she even hear herself?
"Uh huh, she's totally not so dramatic." I erased some lines on my paper and tried to fix the drawing. I just ignored her as she was mumbling to herself, pretending to talk shit about me. Sometimes I forget I'm a senior, not in kindergarten who has to stick around with this child.
"Heey, hey. Why are you ignoring me? Are you even listening to me?"
"No." I replied without looking.
She groaned, moving her head right in front of my face as to look over what I was drawing. "Gosh, what are you even trying to draw? What is that, a fish?" followed by a comment as she blinded me from seeing.
"No, your grandma." I replied sarcastically. "It's a person, dumbass. Can you move your huge ass head over?" I pushed her head aside with my palm.
She commented once more as I did so. "Wow, you are as slow as I can understand your drawing. Can we go?"
"Just give me a minute, goddamn. What are you hurrying me so much for?"
"I don't know what you're on about but Leeia, we are at school? Not at the beach? To hangout? We actually have a class right now?" her slow rising intonation at the end of every question was annoying I wanted to stick my pencil up her nose.
"Oh my gosh, relax. We have like, half an hour."
"Leeia, the class started 11 minutes ago." she replied immediately in a neutral tone.
That made me quickly look up, look at her, look down at my drawing, then taking my phone to look at the time.
"Shit!"
"I told you-"
"I messed up his nose. Let me erase that real quic-" I was about to erase but she suddenly yelled.
"Leeia!"
"Okay, let's go." I said quickly and stood up.
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"Ugggh! Your slow ass got me yelled at, again!" she whined and complained loudly as we walked to the cafeteria. I just rolled my eyes. Okay, I do feel bad, but that class is a mess anyway. I'm not even sure if Prof. Hill knows what he's talking about sometimes. It's worth being late for.
This school is just a mess. I cannot wait to leave.
The town just tends to bring you bad luck wherever you go. From my own experience, at least. Why did I move to S.Vane again? Or should I say, Shit-Vane, or Screw-Vane? Or maybe even Vane-Sucks, just like everybody else says. Fucking beats me.
We sat down on one of the tables and took our lunchboxes out. "Shut up, it's not even your first time. Do you even listen to that class?"
"The only thing he teaches us is how to ensure winning at gambling and bitcoin. What the hell do you think?"
"That's what I thought." I bit onto my sandwich.
"But nobody likes being yelled at! Especially with Prof. Hill, dude, he was scolding me for being late for the first 3 seconds, and then he suddenly asked me if the kids were sleeping and what's for dinner. I think he got so into it that he forgot he wasn't at home and I wasn't his wife."
