A Whole School Year to Realize

Chapter 6: Ugh! I can't get it out of my head!

Chapter 6: Ugh! I can't get it out of my head!

This is bad. This is really really bad. 

Ugh!

I can't get that song out of my head. UGH! Why did that song have to be pllayed in my head repeatedly? Seriously it's not good anymore. I'm quite obssessed with a song. At first I just liked it. Now, I'm always hearing it in my head. Urgh! Why is this happening to me? Why am I being like this.

And the fact that we're getting nearer and nearer on the finals each day that passes. 

I'm doomed.

How can I focus. Ugh. This is bad. That song isn't doing me good yet I can't blame it beacause It's a super nice song for me. 

Get it together, Ray. Get it together!

I turned my attention to my room. Translation, my eyes went to random things and corners in my room, criticizing it. My ceiling has a moon-shaped hanging light at the far corner. I liked it ever since I was a little girl. I'm not little anymore. You can't call my height "little" anymore, too. So many things were changed. Like my cabinet over there. It is a bright brown, woody-like cabinet before. Now, It looks like.. I don't know. It doesn't look woody to me. Maybe brown covered three layered cabinet.  Most of my treasured possessions are inside of that. My eyes moved to the carved letters on the middle drawer. K.R. 94. It is carved messily at the bottom corner. My older brother and I carved it there when we were like 10 and 13. K for his name Kai (he insisted because he likes it better than his real name),but his real name is Kyle, and R for my name, Raymond. And 94 because he likes the number 94 and insisted that its greater than what number I chose. I just settled with it because I also like the number 9. It was a good time too. That day I got bullied by my schoolmate for being so thin. He of course found it out and gave that kid a kick. He said that we should carve those to let my anger out. He said it's better than keeping it inside. The carving was really a good suggestion but I thought it would ruin my cabinet. Then he started suggesting what to carve. At first, I tried to stop him but a few minutes later, I joined him on thinking possible things to carve. We came up with the words dork, dumb, ugly and other childish words to describe my dear bully. I realize it wasn't nice to see those words there so he suggested to put our names.  We ended up carving the initials so it would not be so ovious and Its tiring to do. Anyway, that went great. I was really happy the next day and I even greated my dear bully goodmorning. He did not try to attack me for he knows what my brother would do to him if he dared to. 

I sighed. My eyes moved to the broken fragile figurine that is placed on top of the cabinet. I was good enough to fix it after what happened. It was a gift from my Aunt Kathy but one night, my dad accidentally hit it and it fell down, breaking and scattering into pieces. He was drunk that night. I cried and cried for I like it very much. 

I cringed at the memory. Why did I have to remember that. 

..... A Few Minutes Later......

Hey, it's working! My focus is gettings good. The words on my book are finally absorbed by my poor brain. Yippee! Okay. Keep it up, Ray. 

And so I studied and studied and studied. Sleepiness blew to m eyes so I prepared for bed. I was already all cozy and happy lying on my bed when a certain assignment blinked in my head. It's like I've been struck by lightning. I forgot we had assignments. I just focused on studying. I need to do it. Yeah, gotta get up. 

Yes,  need to get up out of bed and do it.

Yeah.

To my homework!

Yes. I will do my homework.

Yes, I will--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"