PLAIN and PROUD: Book 1 (BxB n LGBT)

Chapter 1: Potential

 

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So we carried on with the next day. Who is this mysterious Amanda anyways?

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I regretted waking up. Today it felt like any other mornings. Nothing interesting. But my perfectionist side would scorn myself for skipping school. Don't you even dare, Alain! Ma wouldn’t be too happy on me being absent from school either.

Moreover, you have tons of homework to be sent, Alain. Don’t forget that! SATs and ACTs, remember? You have to leave this hell hole of a school ASAP! Graduate early and start a new life at an Ivy League school. That has always been the plan, remember? 

                Seeking for further knowledge had always been a huge trigger for me, a profound catalyst, and the sole reason why I wanted to even step foot into school. I kept begging Ma to provide a home tutor so that I can be home-schooled instead. The misery brought from going to shitholes like high schools meant excessive pressure upon my poor, fragile soul.

I enjoyed learning. From a very tender age, Ma would say. I started reading when I was four. Right now, I shared the mini library for my own collection of books with Dad’s near his study. They’re awesome parents at that, providing me with the best kind of education possible. I couldn't wish for lovelier parents.

The deplorable part is that there’ll always be bullies and cliques in high school. There’s always those clichéd high school dramas going on around me and sad to say, I’m not even included among any of the present groups. I consider myself a complete loner, from my passion for knowledge and my style of dressing. But then again, I prefer to move solo and alone. Always have been. Wallflower? Nah, more like a recluse.

I just couldn’t care less about what other people say to me. My long, unruly hair sprouted down like dead stalks of rotten veggies and I made sure that I would stay reclusive and out of trouble. I didn’t come here to make friends. I’ve been perfectly fine by myself, surviving school for so long and I constantly remind myself that every little bad things that happened before meant nothing to me.

                I’m an expected valedictorian yet I remain as a loner. It's my own mechanism to perceive the world as it is, no attachment and even though it's so damn lonely I know at least it's still bearable. I just couldn't find someone else that would think just the way like I do so I just steer away from the endless current of mixed homo sapiens in the petri dish of teenage nightmare. They won’t disturb me if I don’t disturb them. It’s quid pro quo. To be honest it’s like a pure jungle out there. An extensive assortment of different animals intermingling with each other in some twisted multiple symbiosis interactions more than you could possibly imagine. Nasty stuff indeed.

Usually Ma would drive me to school, but not for the next few weeks. Amelie had already passed her driving test two years ago and since she’s on a gap year off, she felt obliged to take me instead. She played her favourite punk-rock band CD on the player, so I just chose to ignore the ear-splitting sound and observe the streets as we passed. I like to watch people go by in the morning because it makes me feel normal for a bit, like I’m one of them and I wish I don’t have to be a freak anymore. I could see some are jogging, some are throwing out trash, some are preparing breakfast and some are not even awake yet.