N E R D (Interracial) *EDITING IN SESSION*

DISAPPOINTMENT

"Stareren I just want to love you why can't you let me baby?" A velvety voice slips through the metallic door of my teal locker and I slam shut my locker and glance up to none other than Thomas. How does he not sense my level of annoyance regarding his very existence? "I don't give a fuck." I pull him to my level and whisper into his ear before I push him against the lockers and make my way to my next lesson. Sometimes I do wonder if Thomas is mentally in fine fettle, because his actions say otherwise.

"What can you tell us about programming Stareren?" Mister Cori asks and I respond in an incurious shrug and that results in the lesson delivered concerning factual aspects with reference to programming, whilst I focused my energy on improving my sketching skills. I have perennial hope that with enough practice I will be able to master one of the most dexterous skills in the world.

"Miss Moati can you spare me five minutes of your time?" Mister Cori calls out for me while I am dashing for the exit out of the tortuous classroom. I reluctantly spin my body and drag my feet towards Mister Cori's inky table decorated by graphics of computer parts and codes of different systems do not question my knowledge about depicting those codes. "Well, I see that you do not find the beauty in this fascinating subject and I have the most pragmatic solution to this small problem. I am inviting you to join us for an experience of a life-time to the I.T convention this weekend!" Mister Cori proclaims and I hastily inform him of the tardiness of his invite and how it may be a bit of a complication for me to attend the riveting trip with my lovely classmates to some remote area to further our knowledge about Information Technology. "No need to worry I informed your parents and they agreed to take it upon their right to ensure you are present!" Mister Cori dampens on my undying hope of escaping the horrific time I will have to spend with a number of humans that do not have anything in common with me, despite the obvious factor that we are human beings, I think? There is a small possibility that I may be dealing with extra-terrestrials.

Now I know what my father was referring to when he did not ground me after the little incident that occurred. This is probably the most tight-fisted thing he has ever cooked up to date. Son of a gun!