Real Is Unreal

Chapter 2

Maria Jonas is my best friend, or you can say my only friend. She is the kindest soul on this planet. She makes my day everyday by uttering four simple words - I love you Cindy. Yes she accepts that she loves me. Though it is always accompanied by a small, sad smile. I think it's because she knows she can't​ do anything about it, she can't change me.

Maria and I walked through the packed school corridor towards her locker where she put put her books for the next class in her sling bag. Yes, I don't have a locker. I know you might find it weird. But I refused my locker because I never needed one. I keep all my books in my shoulder bag, I mean all. I find it rather annoying, venturing back to your locker everytime, after every class, finding​ and keeping​ books for your next subject. As Maria and I walked towards our next class, Maria rambled, or should I say muttered because she speaks very lightly, about her Maths tuition teacher. Apparently Mr. Kinneth, our Maths teacher is a gone case, so most of the students are taking tuitions to pass.

I sat on my seat, last bench in the left corner of the classroom. Miss Julia, our English teacher, explained the plot of a boring story which was assigned to us this semester. I tuned out unintentionally, and drew doodles on my notebook. After a few minutes, I started with my favourite past-time in school, observation. I observed the students in Miss Julia's class - Lillian with her strange cat-like eyes, Marge with her bushy hair, Sam with his large forehead, Reed with his extra thumb, Jack with his broad shoulders and I went on until the period bell sounded in my ears. I picked up my bag and popped gum in my mouth and made my way towards Chemistry class, which I have with Maria.

Maria and I are lab partners. Mr. Roger, our Chemistry professor, is an odd man, he loathes odd numbers. Why I brought this up is because he says the strength of our class is an odd number. But actually the number of students in our class is even. I have a feeling that Professor Roger is weak in Maths. I looked up to see Mr. Roger drag his hand through his gray, thinning hair and glaring at a student who just messed up his chemical practical,
"When are you ever going to do this right?" He asked.
"When the cow jumps over the moon sir." Shouted a student from the back. The class snickered. With this ended our Chemistry period. I fell in step behind Maria to exit the lab when someone bumped my shoulder hard and kept walking on. What is happening to this world? A little curtsey never killed anyone! I brushed off invisible dirt from my shoulder and left.

School finally came to an end. Call me strange, but I don't like going home anymore. My parents are super busy and they work all day long, so I'm alone most of the time. They come to my room at night and say some things when they think I'm sleeping. Me and my parents have no interactions and that's just sad. I actually live for the minutes into the night when they think I'm sleeping and they have a heart-to-heart with 'subconscious' me, although it's just one heart, but you know what I mean. So I went home, skimmed through and finished my homework and sat down in front of the TV on my comfy couch.

Sorry, you guys, Wattpad had a problem and this chapter wasn't saved and so I had to rewrite it. It's not that good but it's almost same. Please vote, I'll appreciate your support.