Euthanasia (Kellic)

10: The Grey

Everything was just grey, just sort of, in-between. Nothing was quite real enough, and nothing was quite too real. Everything wasn't something, yet everything wasn't there. It wasn't black, it wasn't white, it was just grey.

I sat there, my head pressed against window glass that was far too cold to be comfortable, yet not quite cold enough for me to care enough to gather the motivation to acquire a more comfortable position in which to waste away the remainder of History in.

History was quite certainly not the most engaging lesson, especially in the payoff for the three energy drinks I'd had last night, simply postponing today via all means possible. The payoff made me feel like shit, because there was nothing that could change the inevitability of tiresome Mondays, and a pounding headache and the desperation to collapse against the window pane were simply not doing anything in my favour.

I felt rather dozy, not quite sure if I was entirely conscious or if the supply teacher's voice was just really that dreary. The whole Vic situation had been pushed out of the metaphorical window, my barely functioning brain just 'nope'-ing the whole thing and letting my current main concern be the idiot who had preoccupied himself (and the rest of the class) with furiously tapping the end of his pencil against the desk. I furiously awaited the supply teacher to grow enough brain cells to land that prat in detention, but I doubted that would happen anytime soon.

To be honest, Vic was just awfully confusing, and I doubted my brain could be any more confused, considering the amount of 17th century knowledge being forced into my brain right now; seriously, I swear that guy was just reading a text book - who actually knows what egregious means? Like seriously. Okay, maybe I do, but I'm irrelevant, especially when it comes to my feeble attempts at examples. Perhaps, I was just as irrelevant as the masses of uncomprehendable words flowing at a speed comparable to the speed of light from his disgustingly dry and cracked lips.

"You there!" I found the end of a pencil being thrust in my direction; beady hawk eyes on the end of it. I doubted he even knew what class participation was, but apparently he was actually a teacher to some degree, and not just some guy the school had shoved a hundred dollars in the face of and picked up off the street. "Yes, you with the long black hair, looking rather amused at the fact you appear to be generally uninterested." Now, I wonder why that is. Maybe it's simply your incompetence towards teaching, or maybe just that massive wad of incompetence in general?

"Yes." I stared at him blankly; I guess he didn't appreciate it, but I really wasn't in the mood to care and I figured the class would more than be thankful if he shut up about 17th century politics for a good few minutes, even if he spend those minutes lecturing me endlessly, and perhaps even shoving me into an hour of after school hell.

The guy with the pencil had stopped his relentless tapping to watch my metaphorical classroom execution; the latter, as agreed on whole by a silent class, with eyes fixated upon me, seemed to be the most interesting matter. The pencil tapping was a thing of the past, and 17th century history wasn't even considered as a candidate.

"Are you even listening?" He narrowed his eyes at me, and I began to wonder why he wasn't lecturing the entire class, because seriously no one was listening; fuck, I think there was even a guy with headphones in on the back row, but did he get a lecture? Fuck no. Life just really liked me, as you can tell. I sound like a narcissistic white girl- heck, I even sound like Jenny, but I'm really not at all in the mood to care very much at all, and would overall prefer it if this twat of a teacher could shut the hell up and leave me to peaceful dose off against the cold window pane.

'No, of course I'm fucking not listening, but guess what? You're a prat and nobody is either!' I didn't actually say that, of course. I fucking wanted to, though. I settled for the more agreeable approach however, "uhh... yes." As you may have noticed by now, my intelligence was certainly not my strong point.