Traditional Education

Darragh

Yeah, I'm comfy... This? Oh, I got a coffee and...

Um, no?

So no's not applicable? Then why offer! Okay, I'll take the serum but- UGH FINE.

That was gross. Thank you so much.

Now, I don’t know what it is, but I don’t quite “get” Alec’s friends. No, I’m fine and comfortable with Ter, he’s actually the only person I’ve ever seen calm Alec down when he’s on a high.

Ron and Mouse just rub me the wrong way. Mouse is this skinny little guy with a girly face but he’s so… I don’t know. He’s sort of scene-emo-somthing, his hair choppy and messy. And pink. Taking he has rather nutty tanned skin, I presume his hair takes a fair bit of bleaching beforehand. He wears coloured eyeliner that makes his wide green eyes “pop”.  He also wears a tonne of pastel things. And has this bizarre obsession with adding key rings and stuff to his bag. It’s really in your face.

Ron and him don’t seem like they could ever be friends, because Ron’s near his exact opposite, I think that’s what bothers me about them, not Mouse, but his friendship with Ron, who’s tall, toned in a I-do-push-ups-every-morning sense and so straight laced, he genuinely slicks back his black hair. His pale blue eyes judge you behind glasses that are wire rimmed, and he looks like he might just be looking down on everything.

I get that this is a school for the maladjusted of society, and I can pretty much take any kind of person, hell, I know I get on people’s nerves all the time. Ron seems like he think’s he above everyone, and God it annoys me.

When Alec, Tina and Ross entered the meeting room, I would have been happy to hang with Park. He doesn’t talk, but I talk a lot, and I think we get on. He’s only gotten up and walked away once, and that was to get something from a vender, it turned out. I guess Ter and the others felt sorry for me, because they stuck around. We stood awkwardly until Park, leaning against a wall, slid down until he sat sprawled on the floor.

So Mouse plonked himself down beside Park. “Your fringe is amazing-ly cute. Ross cut it didn’t he?” Park nods and me and Ter sit down, a bit awkward. Ron, (typical) seems to settle down like it’s some Confucian-ceremony.

My mother is not a fan of Confucianism. I guess it rubbed off some.

“Oh darn!” This is Mouse again, he puffs his cheeks and then lets out a whistle. “You don’t talk right? Sorry, am I being rude by, y’know, asking questions?” Park does this funny thing when he “laughs”, his face forms the laughing-smiling expression, but all you hear is slightly louder breathing. Park shakes his head while he does his laughing thing. “Phew.” Mouse runs his hands through his hair. “I has thinking I should get mine cut. Short-back-and-sides. Vintage-y.”

Ron shrugs. “Well, I think you'd look a bit ridiculous, it looks better long.” I roll my eyes at the presumption that Ron can comment like that. Not on purpose, not really. But no one notices anyway. Except maybe Park.

"Really?" Mouse patted his fringe uncomfortably. That was when I got annoyed.

“Well, short hair would heighten your features.” I let slip, a tad venomously. “I’m not all going to jump to conclusions on it, but a cut like that would make your eyes look bigger.”

Ter looks at me surprised, “You didn’t strike me as the type who knew that sort of stuff.”

I shrug. “You pick it up after a while.” I move my hands to signify a headline. “New hair, new life! Jane Grey looks fragile after a bold loss of hair.” I sigh and settle back, leaning against my arms. “Ter, what’s the competition like for the projects usually.” I reference the project me, Park and Ross are working on.