Yuri looked over at me, with worry in her bright eyes. “Gianna, what’s wrong?” she asked, looking over at my half eaten bowl of Lucky Charms. I knew why she was worrying -- I never left food on my plate, or bowl in this case. “I don’t know…” I trailed off. I wasn’t too sure what my problem was lately. I was doing fine in school and Master Kandise actually wasn’t being a complete and utter dungeon dragin to me lately. Yuri took on a suspicious look. “Does this have something to do with you not hanging out with Erik anymore?” she asked me, amused. I gasped, suddenly realizing what was wrong. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen this before. Tears sprung into my eyes.
“I think I’m having a delayed reaction to the Titanic. I just can’t believe Jack died!” I sobbed. Yuri blankly stared at me, complete and utter confusion splayed across her petite features. “I mean, I didn’t cry at the time, but honestly! Could rose have moved her fat ass just a little so Jack could climb onto the raft thingie with her? But nooo… She had to hog it all.” I said with venom in my voice. Yuri shook her head and left me there to curse Rose and the stupid Titanic. Un-sinkable ship my ass, I thought, scoffing.
I laughed as I picked up my backpack and made my way off to my first lesson of the day. It was Tuesday and I still hadn’t spoken a word to Erik. Oh well. What I wasn’t looking forward to was the lesson with Master Kandise. Now that lady was a piece of work; think man trapped in a woman’s body. Which was the reason she was not called Mistress Kandise or something. However, she thought the title Mistress was wrong since the word not only meant woman in charge, but also a woman that has an affair with a man. At the end of the day though, she has one title to me; Bitchy Kandise. I’m not sure if she would like me to go official with the title so I just call her that on the inside.
With these evil thoughts roaming around in my head, I barely noticed when I ran into Erik’s stone-hard chest. Oh how convenient. I look up from underneath my lashes, although not in the cutesy way most girls do. It’s kind of more a ‘Grudge Girl’ way that makes me look beyond evil and pissed. “Watch it fatty.” I sternly say, although a smile slips out on my lips and I’m left laughing with Erik. “You…” He trailed off sadly, “Think I’m fat?” He pinched his temples in a state of grievance as I started gaining a six pack from all the laughing I was currently doing. “Hey, you’re the one with man boobs.” I poke his man boob as he shudders away from me. “I feel violated. Plus they’re pecks, not boobs.” A our laughter drifts off he suddenly looks at his watch. “Damn I’ve got a class now. Don’t you?” He asks, turning back into cool suave Erik. “Um, yes, no… Maybe?” I sigh as I wave goodbye to Erik and head towards my first class of the day for Tuesday, which was P.E. Or actually, a more torturous version of an already horrible class. I groan as Joan, our gym teacher gives me the stink eye and tells me to do fifty pushups.
This is going to be a long day.
((Hey I’m sorry I know this chapter sucks but I’m in this comedy mood right now and I’m kind of messing the story up by making Erik too funny and Gianna to much of a Dumbass. I have to get this out of the way and start clean next week, with my mindset more on the main idea of the story. I just thought maybe you all would like to have a little bit of the story!))
Oh BTW I’m in the USA now, back home in California! Yea I lived in Greece for a while and now I’m back home to go to boring High School. Yay.
So yea that’s whats up with me… I thought I should make these Authors Notes now so you can all get to know me and stuff!
Okay…Bye!
G.
