the closing light show

the parallel

"Hey!" I turned back and it was the same girl. "What's your problem?"

"Where do you think you're going?" She said while crushing my shoulder, completely ignoring my question.

What in the world is this girl's problem?

"Unhand me, you brute!" I say to her while pulling her hand off my shoulder. "I'm going to my next class like a good student, you lunatic!"

"Because you picked up my books, I now owe you a debt."

Her words sound freaking robotic. What is her issue!

"Is this how you're supposed to treat someone you owe a debt to?" "I don't want anything!" I started squirming around. "Just leave me alone!"

Can this idiot please leave me alone? We are at a dead stop in the middle of the hallway, blocking everyone and attracting so much attention.

"That is unacceptable."

Please leave me alone! This freaking idiot is not even listening to what I am saying.

"If you let go of your barbaric grip, we'll be even!"

"No, I won't accept that!" "If I let you, you'll just run away!"

"I don't care about what the hell you accept!"

I struggle again to remove her hand, but eventually, she budges, and her grip fails.

"Hey!" She yells at me while I quickly run away, blending in with the crowd.

Phew, another mental asylum patient out on the loose.

I made it to my class at last. The teacher's standing outside the door with his dark green cardigan, brown slacks, and tapping the ground with his black tassel loafers, with his natural healthy glossy afro out, looking irritated. And he is just waiting, as if he wanted someone to be late.

"You're late!" He starts laughing and cheesing, while doing finger gun shots at me. "Boom shaka laka, I always wanted to say that!"

Seems like another lunatic escaped. What kind of teacher wants their student to be late!

"I'm just pulling your leg, you're all good!" He said while patting me on my back and closing the door behind me as I walk in.

Okey dokey then. I walk towards my seat and hear someone laughing before he calls out to me.

"Wassup, Jackie Chan!"

"Aye bro, shut that shit down, that's not cool, we all family." The teacher said, his entire demeanor changed compared to the way he greeted me. Almost as if that racist comment struck  a personal nerve.

Oh my God.

I can't deal with this right now. What are we, children? People like this always exist; Those who will try and bring you down because of their own self hatred. Such hatred bounds them from ever seeing eye to eye; I can't help but pity them.

As I sat down in my seat, I scanned around the room. Someone taps at the window, though the teacher can't hear it, I can. I turned to look, and it was the girl from earlier with a stupid smug on her face.

Oh my god.

What the hell is she doing here? Don't tell me she followed me all the way here!  "Why are you here?" I try to convey the message through my lips.

She starts whispering something behind the window. I can't quite understand what she's trying to say, so I give a confused gesture. She sighs and walks away.

Please don't do something stupid.

"Hey, Mr. Hendrix, there's someone at the door." A random student called her out.

Mr. Hendrix pauses the class to open the door. He opens the door and looks around, only to see nobody.

"We got a comedian over here, lets clap it up for him." Mr. Hendrix said as he started clapping.

The class starts laughing, but not at Mr. Hendrix. The kid looks embarrassed but only I know the truth. Mr. Hendrix stops the clapping, "Okay, settle down now."

He pulled up a PowerPoint and started going over the slides. However, halfway through the PowerPoint, I see the girl at the window again. She has a flyer in big cartoony fonts on the top saying, "Stop Jai Hate!" With a cut out picture of me on the bottom with wings. Am I freaking dead? Also, where the hell did she even get that picture?

Mr. Hendrix catches me talking to someone at the window and he goes to open the door. He is only met with an idiot holding a stupid poster. "Haha!" He starts hysterically laughing. "Jai, you gotta take a look at this."

WHAT!

What the hell do you mean? Tell her to go away or something! She started cheering with the poster like someone rioting. The entire class's attention is on me. My face starts turning red from the embarrassment.

"Alrighty, get outta here, you little rascal!" Mr. Hendrix said playfully as he closed the door.

HELLO???

WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING HER GO? DO YOUR FREAKING JOB AS A TEACHER! THAT'S ATLEAST 3 VIOLATIONS!

Mr. Hendrix continued the class as if nothing happened.

The lunch bell rings and I begin to pack up, but I feel someone's hateful gaze at me.

Here we go again.

I head out but I am soon interrupted by someone stepping infront of me.

"My fault, bro."

Is he referring to when he called me Jackie Chan?

"You're good." I said as I walk tried to walk around him, but he moves again, blocking my way. "What are you doing?"

"I ain't know that was offensive."

"You're," "Good," "Bro." I said with deep pauses in between. I try to walk around him again but he blocks me again.

"Nah, lemme take you out for food."

???

Is he gay? Is he hitting on me, what the hell? Weirdo number three.

"No, bro." "I'm alright, it's all good." My voice starts to show signs of irritation.

I go to walk around him and this time he doesn't block me.

"You're not going to let that go, huh?" He said towards me while I walked away.

BRO. I don't freaking care, it doesn't affect me.
As I get to the door, he catches up and starts following me from behind.

Is he going to his class, what the hell is he doing?

I walk around, taking random turns and detours. But, he's still following me.

Okay, bro.

"Jason!" A random voice calls to me.

I hear someone calling me from the distant, I don't quite recognize their voice, but anyone will work. I thank you, my savior! I walk towards the voice and I spot her tall figure stick out like a sore thumb. Are you kidding me? It's the other idiot! I stop and take a deep sigh and face palm. After I stop, the guy following me walks into me.

"What the hell is wrong with y'all!?" I said as I pointed at the both them.

"Me!?" They simultaneously said in sync.

"Yes!"

"Don't compare me to this racist caveman!" She exclaimed, offended by my comment.

"Hey! I'm not racist!-" He responded.

"Wah, wah!" She imitates a baby crying cutting him off. "I don't want to hear it."

How childish.
I let out a tiny snicker.

"Well, when you two idiots are done arguing, you can leave me alone forever." I said as I walked away to my car.

"What's wrong with that weirdo?" He said.

"I don't know." "Hey, stay away from me, disgusting racist!" She replied as she ran away from him.

"No, I'm not racist, listen!" He said as he chased after her.