As soon as the bell and sir dismisses us, I rush from of the suffocating classroom to outside. I need some air. Glancing at everyone around me with their smart clothes and expensive phones, I hold out my iPhone 6. I'm not that different to them. Sure, I may not have designers of whatever but I do have some designer stuff. Sure, I won't be getting the iPhone 7 when it comes out but I'm fine with staying with my iPhone 6. It's not like they earn their own money, neither do I so our status shouldn't be defined.
While I contemplate, standing on the same spot for about five minutes, I feel stitches in my stomach. It slowly cuts my belly, causing me to bite my lip to surpass this torture. Suddenly, a rush of food attends at my throat making an indication that something ugly is going to occur. Instantly, I run into the school's toilet and an uttering splash is heard as I empty my horrifying stomach. I feel disgusting.
I gurgle my mouth repeatedly. Unfortunately, I don't have chewing gum or mint. Then I wash my hands with this prestige looking hand wash, it smells like vanilla? Maybe I'll wash my hand once more with this hand wash. There's also hand cream so I use it after drying my hands. Why am I just realizing this? I would come to the toilets all the time to use the hand wash and hand cream. It smells so nice.
I'm not deprived or anything, I just really like nice smelling products.
The painful bell rings so I go to my next lesson, chemistry. Mrs May smiles at me and that's when I realize, I'm the first one here. I decide to take this opportunity to my advantage.
"Miss, I have half term tests coming up so I might not be able to complete the homework you set." I state innocently.
"Would setting homework be pointless?" Mrs May asks kindly.
I like her, she's a really nice teacher. She listens to open suggestions in order to make the lessons exciting and allows us to excel at our passions rather than questioning it.
I nod, not daring to say a word.
She smiles at me, "No point of setting homework then." She winks at me causing me to victoriously cheer in my head.
I think she could tell I was exhausted because she gives me a concerned expression and I just look away.
"Levi, what are you confident in?"
"Pardon?"
"Which topic in chemistry do you feel confident in that our class needs to go over?" She asks again in detail.
"Flame tests?" I ask in confusion not knowing whether I answered her question.
"Well," Mrs May shakes her head. "We're going over flame tests today but we're not going to do a practical so it'll be a waste of your time. Maybe you should go revise something else at home? Your attendance won't be affected."
I gratefully thank Mrs May and quickly leave the room. Yes, I needed this break. I am absolutely exhausted. The amount of problems I solved in maths, I lost count. Too many.
I see Madison with Daniel in the hallway. Mads turns to my direction and then wave. I simply wave back but I don't approach them. Daniel waves at me too, gosh what a try hard. He's polite, I admit. A fake, unpleasant smile appears on my face while my eyes settle on him. Mads recognizes my fake smile and begins to laugh at Daniel while he tries to play cool. A game that he's seriously losing. A smirk appears on my face so I start to skip to my dorm.
Moments later, I doze off.
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