The Complexity of a Teenager

Chapter Three: Monday Funday

     Waking up at six thirty every morning isn't a big deal. But getting the courage to even go to school is what gets to me. I mean like shit, if you went to school everyday, you didn't greet anyone, went straight to school did work and left; would you be super enthusiastic? I didn't think so. Although I kind of enjoy my Biology class. I can do individual work, and Mr. Addams understands me (The teacher).

     It may be at the end of the day, it's worth it. When I'm older I want to become a Marine biologist specifically on the Jellies or even starfish. All the students here at Cedarbrook all have special cliques where they all fit like weird puzzle pieces in a giant puzzle game called high school. Every person has a special place, I'm just the extra piece that comes in the board. The ONLY extra piece. But some people do invite me to join in conversations, but I feel like a shadow. So I keep to my own self. At school I rely on two things. My books and my journals. I say journals because I have seven for every day. Today is Monday, so the notebook I'd use is my Monday Funday one. Yes I reference a lot to my books but I don't plagerize my own work.

     It's like a complex network of systems all arranged in chronological order in my brain, but just outside of it..

I was walking to my first hour, about 5 minutes until the late bell. Just jamming out to the tunes the clique in front of me is playing on their Bluetooth speaker. It seems as if out of all that hoard of all natives, the one sophomore with a big rack is their leader along with a spunky freshman, and the rest are a pack of roudy freshman. 'They seem happy' I thought to myself. They listen to the same music as I do, which is pretty tasteless to everyone else in the state of Michigan. Which is kind of sad. You'd think that a couple people would be appreciative of good music.

    "You think if you ask them they'd turn it down?" A deep yet sexy voice said behind me. I turned around and stopped in my tracks and examined the human before me. He had dark brown hair with brown green eyes he had a Swole build and he was about 9 inches taller than me. He had straight teeth and the most beautiful face. His eyebrows were perfect, as if he had to intensively take care of them every day. But by examining this kid I can tell he dosent just worry about appearance like all. He's got a good taste too. He's wearing a faded comic tee that looks like batman. His hair was short with a fade, it was very cute and it suited him.

    "U-uh w-what did you say?" I said in cowardice. "Oh, I must've didn't speak clearly, would you think they'd turn their music down if you'd ask them?" Oh my god, I thought. This boy got my heart racing, A CUTE BOY IS TALKING TO YOU DONT FUCK THIS UP MAVIS! "Erm, I don't think so.. they're kind of free spirits." I chuckled and scratched the back of my head with my left hand. "Haha I figured, how come you don't hang out with them? They seem to have the same music taste-" he began looking at my Panic! at the Disco Tee. I hesitantly chuckled and sort of hid my shirt with my  Camo green jacket.

   "Uhm I don't 'hang'  out with them, I actually don't 'hang' out with anyone, guess why" I said jokingly he shot me a surprised look and began to speak "hmm, let me see... They're not your type? *I shook my head no and smiled* They don't flock with beautiful red heads because their independent?" I froze.. did he just call me beautiful? "I think you have me mistaken with another red head, I'm not beautiful." I spoke with a stern posture. "No. I was talking to you.. miss-" "McCain, Mavis McCain." I answered. "I knew a Mavis once, it was long ago though, haha. Well hello Mavis McCain, my name is Alexander Johnson." I shook his hand.

    "So, Mavis. Do you want to hang out at lunch with me..?" I choked, this hot dude who's voice turns me on, yet who's name sounded so familiar is asking me to hang out at lunch... ASKING ME!!! "Uhm sure, I'd love to. Where can we meet at?" He smiled with excitement, "Does senior commons work for you, let's say uhmmm at 12:45?" That's the sitch. He's a ditcher. "Uhm- yeah that works for me" sorry Mr. Addams but im gonna take the hot and interesting boy over dissection of pig hearts.. I heard the late bell go off.. Damn there goes my perfect record. Totally worth it..

    when I got into first hour soon all the kids begin to stare back at me as I throw the pass onto the teachers desk and find my seat in the back. They dramatically overreacted whenever I began to make my way around the room to grab my copy of the book were currently reading about, it's some trashy women's novel that just the beginning puts me to sleep. Like who writes about a woman who has her period in the desert while her brothers and father begin to start an intense and dramatic fight, while her mother commits adultery and is stoned to death.

    It's kinda funny that people actually get benefit on reading this garbage. Then again my work is absolute shit sometimes, don't read my poetry. They threw terrible looks at me, what exactly did I do to you? Like jeez. I grabbed out my Monday Funday notebook and began to write: So I met a boy today, and I am seriously believing that love at first sight exists. Even for people like me. All because of this boy I met in the hall- suddenly my notebook is taken away from me, I panic, I look up, and it's my worm of a partner they sat me next to, he's such a fuckboy, the haircut, clothing, everything.

   "Whats this Stubbs?" He smiled and cackled "My name's not Stubbs Michael, give me back my notebook you worm" he refused and began looking at the pages "I'm not going to ask you again, give it to me" he smirked and said "you're a fat, boring, ugly piece of shit... Who would like you?" I snickered and snarkly replied "someone who dosent fantasize about our Damn teacher, such as yourself. Not every girl likes you Michael, your Dick isn't even that big, the whole schools seen it, now hand it over lil millimeter Peter." I stuck my hand out with a confident posture. Michael's mouth was wide open with amazement, he gave it to me willingly after that but then made it awkward by saying "Have my children Stubbs! Take them all! I need you in my life!" I looked at him and scoffed..

    "I wouldn't touch a worm like you even with a 100 foot pole, let alone bore your fruit. Your presence sickens me, and nasty boys like you don't deserve an honest woman who will tell you the truth, Michael, you'd be better off with a dog, a male dog, so then you'd know what the pain really felt when you cheated on all those girls, you will wallow in shame as that dog makes you his bitch, think twice before you turn to trends, and maybe a woman might walk the same way as you" he looked at me dead in the face, shook his head in agreement, mouthed thank you and walked out of the class.