So Irah didn’t go to school again so I assume she’s not even going to move to another level at the end of the school year, i pity her, really. She’s wasting the opportunities in life.We were in the middle of our discussion in Literature when suddenly someone harshly opened the door. Everyone’s attention was drawn to where the sound came from and out of nowhere, Irah came in rushing. She in her school uniform but she looked as if she just took 100g of cocaine. Her hair was improperly tied. Our teacher Mr. Yu felt scandalized of what she did so he stood up and shouted at Irah but she seemed to let it all out of her ear. Irah was standing there and was actually looking for someone and finally she looked at my direction. She ran the moment she saw me and suddenly grabbed my arm and made me stand from my seat. She harshly dragged me out of the classroom leaving the door and everyone’s, including Mr. Yu’s mouth, open.
She didn’t say any word as we were running somewhere and I was a little scared so instead of her pulling me, I stopped running and I pulled her towards me. She looked tensed and scared too. Why? How? Her eyes looked as if she just recovered from crying, her cheeks were so pink, she can barely breath and she was sweating in a fair day.
“ Pabo. Why did you stop. “ . she yelled as she attempted to drag me again but I refuse to even move a muscle “ What’s going on Irah “ . I asked her as I gave her hand a tighter grip. She set her hand free from mine and placed it in the pocket of her jacket. “ I’ll explain when we get there “. She turned her back and suddenly ran. I had no choice but to follow her. Like what will I even do back in our Lit class. Either way, I would still get scolded so why not.
We were running somewhere I haven’t been to. It’s still in this institution but it very unfamiliar to me. I’ve been studying here for years and how come I just found this place.
It was dark, it was soggy, It was cold, It was silent when we entered the place. She closed the so called door, which was just a cardboard box and suddenly lit a candle. We were walking somewhere else again and I came to find that we were already out of the campus.
We’re now at the back of our school. There were cars citizens around us. I didn’t know that this school had a short cut. This girl really did a lot of researching. I tapped her shoulder slowly and said “ We’re out. So what? Tell me “ . She turned around and took off her jacket and tied it around her waist and fixed her neck tie. “ this is it. “ .
I looked around me and there was nothing really significant. I furrowed my brows and replied “ What the fuck do you even mean. Stop giving me riddles “ . She took a step closer towards me and said “ You’re going to have to come with me the whole day to find out. “ . She smiled at me took out her pack of cigarette and her lighter. She turned around and lit it. The moment she faced me, she gave me a playful wink and blew off the smoke from her mouth which made me smile stupidly. I’m not supposed to get butterflies right now, I mean, I am a boy that is fond of liking girls but by girls, I mean those girls who don’t smoke, drink, break rules or even cut class. I usually like the ones who look and are actually stupid, the ones who are fun to be with and those who are good influence to me but this one’s different. I don’t get attracted to girls who behave this way but Irah is another story. She’s out of my league and the only thing she has that’s on my list is her height. Yes, not even her eyes, hair or body structure. Only her height. So I’m quite unsure now if she has wrecked my “ Ideal girl “ list. All I know is that I’m now so gay for Catastrophe Irah.
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