~ Fading out of Reality~

Chapter 3

I sat in health with my friend. I nicknamed her banana because her name rhymed with it. She never seemed to have a problem with the name. Our teacher, a short Mexican man with a super shiny face, droned on about health and shit. I didn't see the point of it. If I want to be anorexic or I want to weigh 450 pounds is none of the school districts concern. Banana leaned over made a gun motion with her thumb and two fingers and began to repeated shoot herself in the face before rolling her eyes and sighing.  I laughed a little too loud and the shiny headed teacher turned around and gave me and my red headed friend a stern look. We sat quietly. I began to fiddle my thumbs until I was sure he wasn't looking anymore. I peaked up and nudged Banana in the side, which started another quiet fit of laughter. The teacher turned around again, but this time he asked the class a question. "What are two different food groups?" The class became eerily silent. He asked the question again, folding his arms over his petite frame. No one said a word. "Come on guys!" His voice was slightly raised. "We just went over this no more than 5 minutes ago. If no one has the answer then I can give you the test now and let all of you fail!" That last part sparked a small hint of fear through some of the students. Timid hands slowly began to raise as students handed out the wrong answers. I was staring at my laptop screen while this whole dilemma played out. The answer lay on my screen. I could have ended all this class suffering if I wanted to, but because the teacher bullied me, I chose to let him rip out his hair on this one. Minutes passed with wrong answers being blurted out before the teacher wiped his sweaty pal along his sweaty forehead and said "dairy. Fruits. Vegetables. Any of these would have worked! Come on guys! Get it together." I pulled out my phone and text my friend Frances. "This class WILL be the death of me!!!LMAOO" She text back a few minutes later with a message that said "same" with a gun emoji next to the writing. I smiled at this and tucked my phone back into my jacket pocket waiting for this class period to end. The clock hand slumped on until finally class was over. I stood outside the door to the classroom because it just so happened that my next class was in the same exact classroom. Sign language. The teacher was a high spirited elderly lady. She was always smiling and always tried to make this class fun. The only issue for her was that she couldn't. We would sign words and have small sign conversations with our friends. Just about everyone in that class talked through it. I found no point to this class either(besides learning a language of course.) I personally want to learn French. It is a unique language and I think it would help me when I eventually start traveling the world. The bell chimed again and there was my teacher standing in a black and blue striped dress. She smiled at us, did this little hunch over thing with her back and greeted us all in sign language as we entered the classroom. I sat in the corner of the room with my fair skinned friend, Booty. I said hello to booty in sign language. She replied with a one word answer. "potato." I giggled at her foolishness. We began to sign each other questions. The other person always replied with potato. The teacher never cared. As long as we weren't talking then she didn't care. The class went on for another fifty minutes and ended anti-anticlimactically. Lunch came around and I met my friends at our table. I guess people knew it was our table because no one else ever sat there which was okay with us. Frances, Aida,Booty, Eyebrows,Banana, and I sat around the blue table. Crumbs were spilled on the surface. We began to talk about how our classes went before we got down to business. We talked about the class skanks. We talked about those we couldn't stand. Me,Frances, and Eyebrows left the table to go join the never-ending lunch line. The school was serving cold pizza, cold pasta, cold nachos, and hot milk.(?) I never understood cafeteria food, which might be the reason I typically decided not to eat it. My friends both chose the cold pizza and we walked to the cashier to pay for it and leave. "Don't forget your apple!" She would scream to us as she plopped the apple down on the trays. My friends both smiled graciously before turning around and tossing the apple into the trashcan. We all snickered as we headed back to the table. Back at the table Booty was talking shit like normal. I approached her and gave her a swift flickadawrist. She spoke more nonsense before finally saying "I love you!" I replied the same and we hugged it out. That is the great thing about my friends;they are amazing! We continuously talk trash about each other in a joking way and we always end up laughing about it! They are the best friends in the world and I would never trade them for anything! We continued eating our cafeteria lunch when Banana brought up the topic of a secret Santa.

"Hey bitches,lets do a secret Santa" was Bananas message

"Um mm bitch with the money I don't have" I countered.

Eyebrows chimed in "Well I probably have a few hundred dollars to spare, so I guess I could do a secret Santa."

Squad completely ignores her bull shit and we continue with our conversation.

"When would we need to have the gifts?" Booty said.

"Before break starts because then it will be close to Valentine's day and we need time to get ready for that." Frances added.

Squad agreed with her and we decided that a secret Santa would be a good idea. I pulled out a sheet of paper and began to tear it into strips. Frances grabbed a purple pen from her blue backpack and started to scribe names of the people in our group onto them. Booty pulled out a hat from literally no where and we put the names in the hat. Everybody in squad pulled a name from the moist hat and folded them up. I read the name before crumbling it up and holding it to my chest, not daring to let another soul see. We all glanced around the table looking for possible cues that someone would give away. I made a mental note to myself to never play poker with any of them. The lunch bell sounded indicating the end of lunch and we grabbed our backpacks ready to dread the rest of the day.  I was sent off to math class. Math class is literal shit by the way. It never made any sense. None of this stuff would ever be needed in real life so I typically only payed attention enough to get by in class. The rest I ignored. Class ended in the middle of lecture and the teacher shouted as the students walked out of class "We will pick back up on notes on Monday!"

6th period had to be the best period of the day. I decided that I didn't want to be bothered and I sat in the library today. From there I sat in a little glass cube. I ferociously opened my backpack and pulled out the letter. Not a single crease had marked the crisp white paper. I flipped it open and started to re-read it. After my fourth time reading it I decided to re-write it in my best cursive. I pulled out my music and a pencil and began (re)draft my masterpiece. The words started to flow out of my pencil. My body being taken over by pure concentration as I carved these letters into the paper. I put on my piano music playlist for a little bit of an over-exaggerated effect because I have always been a dramatic person. 45 minutes in and I had drafted the perfect piece of art...again! I packed the letter back into my bag and walked over to the cafe. It isn't a real cafe. It was just a food cart that sold menial items like pop tarts and small foods. I ordered a pop tart and walked away eating my cold tasteless carbs. I decided to head upstairs to class and wait. When the bell finally rang I was there waiting outside the classroom. I watched as the people walked by in the halls. Faces of anger and urgency plagued the students in the school. I was intrigued. What is there to be urgent about at school. In ten years no one is going to care what grade you got on your homework assignment or what color shoes you wore to the school dance, it just didn't matter. None of it mattered. I was at that point in my life where my biggest issue was what I was going to have for dinner. Class members began to file into line for the start of the last period of the day. My day has been going pretty normal. I was hoping that it would stay this way.