Friends, Love and Risks

Chapter 2: Staring Can Desorb Your Dignity

Chapter 2: Staring Can Desorb Your Dignity

I have this bad habit of mourning over my bad days, actually my life to be more accurate; days would describe it very imprecisely. I had made it a tradition of keeping myself distant from people because their aim is to dig your deep, distressful secrets to later on use them against you to blaze you to ashes. But I will never open myself up, I will never share my melancholia with anyone, no matter how much sick I'll grow of bottling it all up inside me. I JUST HAVE HAD ENOUGH.

It was not hard to find Arlington High School (the school was just 8 minutes walk from my home and adjacent to Arlington Poly Clinic; where I would need to go often if it goes on this way) although I did not want to find it; I lost my élan for studies. All I wanted was to sit back home until magic evanesces all the problems of my life, until someone holds my back and utters 'I'm with you, all the problems have to go through me to get to you' and until I return to living the blissful life I used to have. But who am I kidding? Aforementioned wishes only come true in Hollywood movies.

"Would you give me a rest, mind", I shooed away my fantasied thoughts.

As the burgundy-brown building appeared closer, the rush of adrenaline in my body, accumulating in a large mass, got induced in my nervous system like electrons orbiting around an atom. The facade looked no more than a preaching centre and contained more of historic elements. It's name was engraved on the crest of the building, across a deep, downward slant on either of it's sides in rich blackish-metalline. The main gate gave an impression of velvet-texture. The overview of the building, on the whole, gave an idea that the inside would be immensely spacious, consisting of a great deal of students.

I dragged my feet inside the school, walking up the short flight of stairs. Just as I stepped in and began walking through the hallway, which seemed endless, all the unfamiliar gazes perched upon me like little children who keep their glare fixed at the kid who brings chewing gum to school. It was highly vexatious yet atrocious to the extent of making my legs shudder, sending shivers up and down my spine. I could see couples standing next to janitor's room; the girls running their fingers through their hair, curling them on the ends and the worse, POUTING (it made them look like ugly ducks) to seduce boys. The next I saw was a group of boys poking each other and doing weird BRO handshakes. I also sighted a bunch of girls and guys gaping me down unfathomably until they were successful in managing to burrow a hole into my body.

I furrowed my eyes on the wonderfully furnished orangish-brown floor and hurried my way to the locker. I shoved in a couple of books but I was absolutely unaware of the class that the bell would signal to. So I glided my bag off from my shoulder, unzipped it and took out the crammed paper on which I had scrambled the timetable.

"Oh, it's Chemistry", I muttered to myself. Quickening my pace towards my class I realised my legs had taken an oath of never coping up.

"Sorry!", a blond girl with wavy hair exclaimed immediately after I felt a sudden bump on my left shoulder. She was nevertheless very beautiful.

"Stop staring and pick up your stuffs, you ass", a voice at the back of my mind bawled. I bent my knees reaching my hands out to gather my scattered notes and book from the floor. The lobby was empty when I stood back upright.

"I should not get late for my first class", I prayed.

"G-good Morning Sir!", I stammered for words.

"Morning! Come in dear. Have a seat beside Veronica", he pointed towards the girl who bumped into me earlier. I rushed to grab my seat in the middle row ignoring the number of gazes that fell on me.

"Hey, this is Veronica Brian, but call me Vicky, Veronica is so 80s. I wonder if my parents were drunk or some thing while choosing an 80's name for me", she babbled all in single breath.

"Hello! I am Lia Roderick." I gave a brief smile before turning to listen to the Teacher who seemed annoyed at the absence of silence in the class.

I peeked through the corner of my eyes to observe Veronica more properly. She had long, wavy blond hair hanging in the back just above her waist, her glistening, crystal blue eyes must have possessed the power of captivating all the boys in the school, her light yellowish-golden skin glimmered in the light, her giant eyelashes must be able to make men drool for her every time she would blink her eyes, her bright red lip, withdrawing her original creaseless upper lip, formed a pout. She was something extra ordinary. I felt a tinge of jealousy taking birth in my heart before feeling a twitch of uneasiness.

"Is something amiss?" she asked prodding my elbow, looking in my eyes with confused yet worried expressions.

"You are gawping at her like a psychopath, dumbo!" Just as this cognisance dawned upon me, I quickly slewed my head to it's former position, snapping the bones in my neck.

'Ouch!', blood rising to my face must've made me look like a clown. I was thoroughly embarrassed. Next time I'll make sure to write a note and imprint it in my head saying 'STARING CAN DESORB YOUR DIGNITY!'.

The rest of the class went by like a flash. Ms Bennett (I got to know her name when a boy raised his hand to ask a question addressing her) lectured us on the topics 'Alkanes and Alkenes'.

After Chemistry, Veronica and I had mutual class of Biology which was also not much of happening. Soon the recess bell rung and I was left alone. I followed all the students to the cafeteria before stuffing my notes and books into my locker. The cafeteria was commodious yet disproportionate to the number of students in the school. The queue was even longer than my anticipation. Students kept jostling and rambling through out the long wait. At last, it was my turn to get served by the lady in-charge who had a mole on her right cheek so big it seemed as if it were a bee taking nap on her wrinkled face. She added three spoonful of some nasty, gooey stuff in my tray with a packet of mango juice alongside.

I allowed my eyes to maunder across the cafeteria in search of an unoccupied seat, finally managing myself to be seated at a table in the absolute secluded side of the cafeteria next to a trash barrel. On a deep scrutiny of the content in my tray, I agnised that the lunch resembles to what Mum once cooked. I felt a pang of acute pain running through my body after which I got oblivious of my surrounding.

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Hi Watters!  

Yay! Updated the second chapter within two days. I can be quick; note taken. 

It's more lengthy than the former one. I hope you guys like it. Please, share your views about it and if you enjoy reading it, share it with your friends too. :)

P.S SORRY IF ANY OF YOU NAMED VERONICA FELT OFFENDED BY THE 80's STUFF VERONICA BRIAN TALKED ABOUT. I actually love that name (which is why I chose it in the first place). :)

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Your suggestions would be taken into serious considerations. :)

Special thanks to Jhean (ITALJH2) for the high motivation through comment on part 1 that compelled me to update just in two days time. :) <3

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