I’m Not a Robot
First day back from summer break. Where all your whores have tans, and guys have six packs. It’s pretty sad that I described almost all my graduating class. Which I do have to admit the only thing we have in Pastel is the beach so a tan is inevitable. Everyone is looking to make a bang on their first day back with new clothes, and I just decide to wear some ripped jeans, and one of Luke’s shirts I stole form him freshman year. People will think, I’m the hipster and I’m too cool for school, which I am for the most part. High school is one of the most abhorrent things to put your child through. If you don’t have a killer body, and a beautiful, symmetric face, you will be bullied and be a potential suicide risk. It basically tells you who you are going to be for almost all your life. I call bullshit. Anyway, I walk towards the flight of stairs and see Declan waiting for me holding an orange.
“Orange you glad you’re here?” He smiles, sometimes he really believes he is funny.
“Fuck no, let’s go inside and get a seat for that lecture.” We walk into the gymnasium, and get a seat far left, so no one can see us. I put my sunglasses over my eyes, I might as well take a forty minute nap. Since our last school principal was arrested for selling drugs, we have a new one over the summer. Her name is Principal Courtman, I had one run in with her over the summer, and she’s a bitch. She reminds me of the weightlifter in Matilda. But I think everyone’s a bitch until they proves themselves not. I realize once she starts speaking, I’m not getting any sleep her voice is too annoying. I look around at the whole high school in the gym, we fill up all the seats. I see Luke across some seats in the middle. He is on his phone as his best buds, Keaton and Brendon, check out girls. I’m not a fan of them, Declan’s not either, imagine that!
“She’s finally over, she just kept going on and on about PDA.” We all start to rush to the doors to get out of here and go to our normal classes. Sadly I have culinary because Declan insisted on me taking cooking classes, I could burn water. I gave myself food poisoning making oven ready cookies. I look around the classroom, and sit in the middle of the room. As people make their way around me I just look at my phone hoping no one will sit next to me.
“Nice shirt.” I know that voice.
“Thank you, it came from my laundry basket,” I respond teasingly. Luke is leaning on the counter I’m sitting at, smiling.
“Look, I just wanted to tell you that’s a damn good shirt, I got to go sit by my friend Keaton, maybe ice cream later?” He asked.
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