Science of Owls

spelt it wrong

Chapter 33 

Wasn't school interesting for the next week.

The comments were flying around , good, bad and just in-between. I was grateful for the positive , and aggravated by the negative.

But still life continued on. Just as badly as it had before.

I was sitting in food tech, getting some looks from around the room. Apparently getting a haircut is a big deal... it felt brilliant to at least get some attention.

Noodle liked it at least , he came up and ruffled my hair.

"what have you done Nazz? You look ten times better" he smiled.

I felt like slapping him and asking, do I still have competition!?

Amelia walked over, she had been previously rubbing Noodles shoulder and laughing with him.

" so I see you've done some maintenance " she said, again putting her hands on her hips.

" yep" I said blankly, I began to raid fire type on my laptop.

" I can tell you did it yourself, pathetic attempt if you ask me"

" I didn't ask you " I said bluntly and continued to type.

" good thing you look like a boy" she smiled and leaned over my latop, " and you spelt Dick head wrong"

" sorry , could you just leave me alone?" I snapped, looking sharply towards her.

" sorry I bothered" she grinned and walked back over to Noodle.

Fuck her, what's her deal. Playing safe, that's bull shit!

On the buss , Noodle sat next to me and gave me a punch .

"everything ok ?" he smiled. I loved the way he smiled. It made me melt inside, his entire face just lit up and he looked down or away when you smiled back.

" yeah I'm fine, better actually since the hair cut" I lied. What I wanted to say was , I've still got your bitch of a girlfriend on my back about nothing!

" the hair looks good, short hair on girls is awesome" he said , " but you need to push this bit down, there" he said flattening my fringe.

" thanks" I said, I could feel myself blushing... I wonder if he knew that ?

My walk home felt lonely , I turned my music up especially loud . I felt slightly empty...

When I got home, Nana was there, making dinner.

We talked for a while, about cooking. My practical lesson for cooking was tomorrow and we were making a chocolate cake each.

She gave me some pointers for the recipe , but she also gave me the best idea.

It was terrible but it was going to have maximum satisfaction. It was completely meaningless , but oh so amusing...

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this might be the worst idea ive had for this novel yet ... i mean even worse than the whole thing , but you know.