"Ughhh." I muttered. It was time to wake up. Last night I went to sleep late, since mom had her Poetry Slam that normally lasts pretty late into the night. It's funny, there were nothing but performers this time, so they were just going back to back. The funny part about it is that last time there was a full audience but the performers didn't come. Maybe next time it'll be balanced. I probably slept through all my alarms, because I didn't remember shutting them off like I usually do. I have so many because it feels better to wake up and then go back to sleep, so doing it at a different time is even better because you don't end up late to school.
Purple Malachi: Hmmm. The gray jacket is still a little wet.
Blue Malachi: Is it too wet to wear?
Purple Malachi: Being that we're hydrophobic of wet clothes, I'd say so.
Blue: But we can't wear the red jacket again. I mean, we can, but it would be more ideal to be wearing the gray jacket again.
Purple: Right....
Limbo: How's about we don't wear a jacket at all today? Let's try that for once.
Purple: Or, just think, the gray jacket on top of the red jacket so we don't feel how damp it is.
Limbo: What?
Purple: Just trying to say what Red would say if he were here.
Blue: .....
A silence fell over us for a bit. As part of the current problem, Red Malachi now feels sadness and Blue Malachi feels confidence. They've temporarily switched attributes. While he deals with it, Red is somewhere else. Blue is leading for a while now. Purple is too, occasionally.
Purple: It would work, but the jacket smells. We'll have to wash it. Let's just wear the red jacket after all.
Blue: Fine.
Normally whenever an event like this is happening, Cam has a high risk of turning into his primal form, so he'd lock himself up until it's safe. Oh wait let me explain what that means. When a conscience is locked up, they are put in a mental cage that disallows them to speak to people in the outside world and blocks some of the things they are saying in here as well. Primal Cam can't really do anything at that point if he's locked up. (I actually don't call his depression form 'Primal Cam' but I think I should now.) We don't know how long Cameron would have to stay in there, so we thought instead of that, a fusion might work. If Cam is fused, I doubt he can turn back to that. Stanford decided to be in the fusion. The fusion is called Camford, which obviously is a mix of their two names. I know, clever right?
It was 8:14 when we got out of the car, which is a minute right before morning care closes and I made it inside. The gym was packed with people and I didn't know where to stand so I just walked all the way around and stood by the water fountain waiting until we'd move to the cafeteria. Tyra, Alicia and some others were eating outside the gym like last time but Jahrell wasn't there and it would've been awkward if I was the only guy out with them. Actually it would've been awkward anyway. That's my special ability, to make anything and everything awkward. That would really be the worst superpower. When the group went inside they were at the water fountain on the other side. I knew I should've went down there instead of up here on the opposite side.
After the morning usuals, we went outside. I had my instrument and needed to drop it off and I assumed Ms. Fergials was in because the room light was on. But, she took to long to show up and I had to get to my classes. I noticed Racheal had blonde tips in her hair. She looked really pretty with them. Ms. Burgess once again wasn't there, and the sub we had today was named Ms. McCarthy. On the board she wrote out her name in a way that referenced E=mc^2, which I thought was neat. I commented on it but I ended up interrupting her and she sassed me about it. Due to that, Gray Malachi showed up because we were embarrased. She handed out some algebra worksheets. I didn't really try hard on it. The sub seemed like she didn't want anybody to talk at all. Whenever we made noise or talked she would say we're too loud or "I can hear your conversation." No offense to the substitutes or teachers, but I'm getting tired of all these teachers having subs. If the students still have to come to school then so should the teachers. Ms. Dunkley's 1st period had Ms. Cooper, another teacher, substituting but Ms. Dunkley was here by 2nd period for us. We had a test in her class and some of the questions I got but others not as much. Either way, I finished and turned it in. 3rd period mainly consisted of watching Roots and Nyla throwing various things at Elijah, but when is it not like that? Ms. Cleare had us do spreadsheets of course. When I was nearly finished I had to ask Ms. Cleare a question to clarify.
Peridot: It says to put a border here but not here. It doesn't look right, but I'm assuming that I don't put a border around the ones up here?
Ms. Cleare: Well if it doesn't say to put a border around it then it probably means not to put a border around it.
Peridot: Well okay, I'm finished then!
Microsoft Excel: Restarting Software
Peridot: Wait WHAT NO!
I lost all my progress. Right when I was done, too. That's actually happened before, but it didn't have a recovery file this time. I had to start the whole thing over again. Now I'm a compulsive saver, which I normally am anyway. In Ms. Williams, we did 10 notes in CNN, which is a basic assignment we get. The class doesn't even have a curriculum, yet is somehow a high school credit course. What we do in her class is up to her. In lunch, I sat far from everyone else as always. I don't really like lunch, there are always a bunch of people sitting at the table and I have to sit so far down that I barely get to hear the conversation. Probably my least favorite part of the day. Anyway, it turned out that Ms. Fergials had a substitute. Most of Ms. Fergials' substitutes are people she knows from FAMU, but I wasn't sure if this one was. I felt like he was though.
Substitute: I need a straight line before everyone can go in.
Ervans: I'm straight.
Malachi: I'm not.
The substitute had strict rules. He wanted us to be silent, which I know is something we have had trouble with in the past. This is sure gonna be fun.
Blue Malachi's P.o.V.
The substitute went over his rules of the class and took attendance. Then he asked everyone their name, what high school they were going to, and why. There were moments that we laughed at each other's responses. Afterwards he talked about the laughing and I felt bad since I laughed too, but I couldn't help it. I easily laugh, even when I don't find the situation remotely funny at all. When someone laughs, I laugh. I hate it.
The substitute then asked people what defines their instrument, and the answer I had happened to be the same thing Ervans said, but I didn't know what else needed to be added. When he got to me, he said that if my answer didn't satisfy him, we would get a verbal test. Everyone looked back at me knowing that I depended on whether we get a lecture or not. I'm a nervous person in general, so all that pressure plus all the eyes staring at me had me freeze. I didn't even have the answer anyway. I eventually got to the point where I started my description of a brass instrument, but afterwards the pressure suffocated me. I tried to take a deep breath but my anxiety was still choking me up. Eventually my wrong answer, or incomplete answer, as the sub called it, came out and we moved on anyway and later on in class he explained it. The class went by much faster than I anticipated and soon we were out. I remembered that Mother wanted us to get transcripts from the main office since I was moving to Cocoa Beach but the lady in the main office said that the schools would take care of it. Then the bell rang, and I thought I was late to class.
Full Malachi's P.o.V.
We had a substitute for Ms. O again. It was /that/ substitute that we had for Ms. Burgess the other day. He was pretty chill today compared to his normal uptightness, but he could barely get through attendance. Others were always talking and he had to stop several times. Once done he gave us Hamlet act 2 to read and that was it. Honestly, I don't understand a word of Shakespeare's way of writing, so I never really understand what I'm reading. Not that I even tried reading it anyway. Having a substitute is universal language for a free period. I sat around the others and thought to myself. At home I thought to myself even more.
Camford: What's on your mind, starchild?
Malachi: You are.
Camford: Haha, I get that one, but no really, what's bothering you?
Malachi: .... Everything. Somehow, depression is gonna come back. Even if you don't revert to your primal form. It always does.
Camford: Well...
It won't this time.
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HumorA lot of people suggest me to write about my life. I'm so descriptive about my personal life, so I took their advice, and made this. Also, most of the episodes have been put on private, but there are some that still remain.
