The Dangers of Pomegranate Salad

Chapter 25

Chapter 25 Comparing rooms.

I come to my room and look out onto my balcony thing. There is a new addition to it. A garden of stones. Not boring stone, but of ruby and emerald and amethyst. I sigh. These aren’t plants. But it is a garden and I will have to live with it. I look at the little gem stones. Each one in the shape of a delicate flower. Ruby roses, amethyst orchids, amber daisies, sapphire morning glory’s.  Each flower with an emerald stock. There are also two trees. On them are actual fruit, big red round fruit. Pomegranate trees. Is she trying to torture me? Ugh, just Looking at them makes me sick.  They are pretty, but not what I want. These aren’t plants. I miss my home. I walk back to into my room. I flop on the boring, not avengers themed bed, and look at the not covered in Comic books and double parked books, bookshelf. I look at the not covered in old homework and failed fan art attempts desk. The closet full of fan Tee shirts and strange garments. The floor covered in fancy rugs instead of designs for gardens. The walls covered in boring grey stone instead of posters. I glance around. This is not my room. It’s someone else’s.

As I sit in the jewel garden, I think about time. Odd things to think about, but that’s what was on my mind. In this underground world, the passage of time is so different.  I feel like time is slow, It takes a long time for a day to get done. One day feels like years. And I can’t get out of here. I feel angry and sad, like I’ll be trapped here forever. If only I could find a way out. What if... no, I can’t go there.  I stand up, and walk to my room. It’s been a few days, I think, and I have been wandering around this place aimlessly, feeling empty. I don’t know why. But I do. I’ve been sleeping more, eating less. I just feel sad. Maybe it’s because I’m trapped here. I don’t know. I just feel sad.

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I miss my mom.  At the beginning of my first year in high school, I was having a hard time. Our school doesn’t have a freshman center; they just throw us into the fray immediately.  The first day was going pretty well, I saw Jackie and Paige, and of course Haden, though I never spoke to him. Then, at lunch, I went to my locker to get my books, and in my way, was a couple passionately making out. It’s kind of embarrassing, and awkward, I mean seriously, right in front of my locker. A few people passing by snickered. I tried to get their attention, tapping shoulders, attempting to communicate, but it was no use, so I had to go to my Spanish class without my books. Luckily we were mostly just doing an orientation thing, my books weren’t needed. The next day, the same thing happened. The same couple, same place, same time, It was infuriating. I was able to get my books finally when they moved, but I was late to class. This went on all week, me being either late for class, or without l books. Friday when I got home, I went into the living room and started screaming into a pillow. Mom walked in. “What are you doing?” she asked me. “Screaming” I explained, taking my face away from the pillow. She rolled her eyes. “I can see that. Why are you screaming?” So I explained to mom about the couple, and how it was annoying and getting me in trouble. Mom nodded, “Wait here” then she left the room. After a few minutes, she came back, in her hands, a squirt bottle. I looked at it confused as she handed it to me. “Why are you giving me this?” I asked “If the couple is there on Monday, squirt them” I laugh out loud, Mom smiles. “If it works on dogs, it’ll work on people” I hugged her and we went on with the day. When Monday came, I had my squitter ready. That day, Paige came with me, as her locker was near mine and she needed something. When we arrived, the couple was there; I calmly reached into my bag, pulled out the squitter, and sprayed them. They gasped at the sudden wet, and glared at me.

“What?” The girl asked angrily.

“You were in my way” I explained calmly.

They glared at me for a moment more, before kissing again. So I squirt them again. The girl screams. Paige started laughing and so did other people in the hallway. I smiled. The laughter quickly comes to an end as one of the teachers, Mr. March, came down the hall. “What is going on?” he asked us. “This weirdo freshman keeps squirting us” the boy said. Mr. March looks at me, “why?”

“They were making out right in front of my locker, and I can’t get my books” I tell him calmly. He points at the squirt bottle. “Give me that” I hand it over. He turns to the couple, “No PDA” he says, and then squirts them in the face. Everyone in the hall bursts out laughing. “Mr. March hands me back my squirter and walks away. The couple glare at me some more, then move out of my way, the girl muttering about me ruining her hair.

At the end of the day I told my mom and she laughed at the fact Mr. March squirted them too. We had a good time. Hard to think that was two years ago. And that I’ll never see her again.