Rationally Loony●•·

Chapter 2- Simply Complex

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“Ok class.” She made those words sound so disgusting. So evil. “Today is presentation day, get out your projects.”

‘Translation? OK, class. Time for public humiliation. Whoopdie- Friggin’ Doo…’

Presentations. Anthony’s least favorite time. But he said nothing. He never said anything. Getting insulted after reading his masterpiece was worse in its own; he didn’t need more gossip about how he yelled profanities either.

The students just didn’t understand him and his genius!

The assignment had been simple. Everyone picked a genre out of a hat and had to write a few lines related to that genre.

To Anthony, it was an amateur’s work. Insulting, even. Please! Someone with his intelligence wasting his time with a guided classroom project? Ha! Haha!

That’d be the day! Anthony Lancaster, taking instruction from a slip of ripped paper!

When Anthony had taken the paper from the bottom of the old baseball cap, he had read over his genre millions of times.

Angst.

Ugh!

His least favorite genre! Such a bizarre thing to encourage a student to write, too.

He liked to write tales. Tales of heroes and heroines, risking their lives for those he loved.

Ehem. Those that they loved.

Yes, it was true. He shall admit. He made every hero of the story named after him. But who could blame him? He was a hero! Everyone knew it! He was just to cramped together with the other “civilians”, unable to show people of his gift.

He may not have been a hero of the fist, but he was one of a pen.

He wrote masterpieces- flawless works of mastery! Like a beautiful painting.

An underrated painting, but still a painting itself.

“Anthony wants go next!”

Said boy was awakened from his thoughts by the bothersome voices of one of his insect-like peers. Peter he believed. Or Pete, as he was referred too. Anthony personally liked to address him as Jitter for his dodgy eyes, and twitchy body. Plus his annoying personality, and terrible intellect. 

I guess you could say they were not on well grounds.

Anthony averted his gaze from the frisky boy to the front of the room where his teacher had been tapping her high-heeled foot on the ground, her arms folded over her chest. She seemed uncomfortable in her tight skirt. Why teachers were these kinds of things were beyond him.

“Anthony Lancaster,”

A typical teacher voice. Bored, uninterested. Like she’d rather be driving with her alcoholic boyfriend, the wind whipping her hair. But instead she was stuck in a room full of snot-nosed brats.

Oh, Anthony, he was just so mean.

“Would you like to present your lines next?”

He hadn’t even realized they were presenting their homework. Now, with as much concentration as you could say the young teenager had, he picked up his paper, taking steady steps, almost as if expecting someone to trip him, (Wouldn’t be the first time) up to the front of the room.

“’Broken Hearts’ By Anthony Lancaster”

This of course caused people to chuckle. What did this anti-social slug know about “Broken hearts”?

The dark haired boy cleared his throat, causing the classroom to go silent, taunting his every move.

“I don’t understand…” Anthony began reading off, trying to finish at least the first sentence. The voice in his head started going off, skipping ahead of him.

I don’t understand your reasoning.

“I have to assume that…” Another pause.

I have to assume that you don’t care about me, as much as I care about you.

“I have to assume that… T-That…”

Why couldn’t he finish a sentence? Just one. He just trailed off at the end of his words, his brain reading aloud in his head.

Why can’t he just speak? What was it about him that made him stutter and trail off? A hero like him, unable to speak a few sentences?! A genius not able to share his thoughts?! I’ve never heard of such a thing!

The class stared. Anthony pushed his glasses up on his nose, which just resulted in them falling down further. The tape over their broken frame opened slightly, the lens popping out silently. Anthony noticed and scrambled to retrieve it.

“Ahh!”

The class hollered, releasing the laughter they had been waiting forever to unleash as he groped the floor frantically, his hands twitching.

“Mr. Lancaster,” his teacher addressed him, her fire engine, manicured nails tapping on her desk, “That’s enough. Pass in your paper to me. You may sit.”

Anthony blinked twice, adjusting his glasses. He made his way back to his seat, avoiding the outstretched leg and the mocking voices.

‘Idiotic little insects…’

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OK, so this story is going to seem complex as it progresses. Like, more questions will open up that may never be answered. Also, it may seem like these are all just a compilation of random scenes. You’ll see.

Also, I may try to find a picture of Anthony for you all. If you don’t like how he looks, you can just ignore it and continue on with your own painted picture, hah.

I usually don’t like to describe the physical appearances of my characters. I like to let people decide for themselves.

How about this- Comment and tell me if you do/do not what a picture of Anthony Lancaster.

OK?

OK.

Thanks everyone!

Keep on writing you guys!

Gina- Over and Out.