Vanilla Girl

B a n a n a - S p l i t

dedicated to Rose for supporting me from the start :)

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TOP FIVE INTERESTING FACTS about my life:

- My eyes are not brown, they are hazel.

- I've stopped waiting for my prince charming since seventh grade.

- I don't have a crush on the school's quarterback.

- I'm not a cheerleader.

- I think Dylan O'Brien is hot.

* BONUS FACT:

- I hate chocolate. So, sue me.

* BONUS BONUS FACT:

- History with Mrs Burke is a pain in the ass.

I love my life as it is. I do not need someone twisting it into something out of a fairytale. Omitting fact number two, I consider myself a realistic person. And as such, I don't believe that when I exit this class I'll unexpectedly bump into Mason Wright, Cupid's arrow will strike across his heart and all of a sudden he'll fall head over heels for ordinary me. That's not life. 

If by a chance of fate I do bump into Mason, he wouldn't as much as mutter an apology over his shoulder before carrying on with his business. Saddening, I know, but that's life.

Life is not that perfect abstract thing you conjure inside your head and dream about every day before going to sleep.

When something is in your head, is invisible, abstract and perfect. Such as last week, this breathtaking frame I planned on painting as a gift for my mother, so that she could hang on the wall above her bed. I had it all outlined inside my head, the colours, the tools; every brush and stroke, perfect. Now, if you look at the result, I'm sure it'll take you at least ten tries to guess that the yellow smudge is actually a wooden cabin among the trees.

Not so perfect now, is it?

My life might be not so perfect either, but I love it anyway. While some of my friends are all 'Why me? Why do planets align to ruin my life?' I'm pretty happy. I'm happy with the happy. I like simple things in life. I like predictable and I hate surprises.

So it's redundant to say that when Mrs Burke addresses me in the middle of the class, causing every head to turn in my direction, I don't feel particularly elated. 

My eyes stay locked with Mrs Burke as my ears perk up at the hushed tones cramming the air inside the room. My body goes stiff as my mind races to clear the fogginess away, in search of the question I assume she's directed at me.

I color slightly.

Holy crap on a cracker, did I just fall asleep?

Nervously, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Huh..." 

I blink at the air in front of me.

"Sorry...could you repeat the question?"

In the blink of an eye, all the buzz is gone. The room turns so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Mrs Burke's dry lips tighten, and I know I'm in trouble.

"Sure Ms White." She replies sourly. 

"I asked if you slept tight."

Huh...What?

I hear someone cough from the back of the class as they try to hide a laugh.

I'd laugh too if it wasn't me who was being publicly humiliated. 

It isn't the first time it's happened, and it sure won't be the last.

I tense, as the deafening sound of blood rushes between my ears.

My face feels hot, reminding me that I probably look like a ripped tomato right now. The stares of my classmates are digging on my back, absorbing my reaction. Mrs Burke is tapping the heel of her shoe against the tile floor, her arms crossed in front of her.

With every new tap my heart beat turns wilder.

Tap...Tap...Tap

"Do you have something to say Ms white?" Mrs Burke says, raising one of her bushy gray brows.

My mouth is open, but no words come out of it. I finally settle for shaking my head to the sides.

"Good." 

Mrs Burke voice is steely.

"I expect for this to be the last time you fall asleep on my class, or else you'll have to hand in an additional project."

She looks at me.

"Is that understood?"

"Y–yes"

I clear my throat.

"Yes, Mrs Burke." I attempt to sound unaffected when in reality, my insides are churning.

An additional History project? goodness, no!

With a stiff nod, Mrs Burke turns to the board and resumes her class.

Self-consciously, I try to take notes and nod my head when she looks my way, trying to seem interested in the subject. When the bell rings signaling the end of first period, my body sags in relief.

I sling the strap of my bag over my shoulder and gather my books in a haste. Once I have them balanced on one hand, I rush out of the room.

I need to get out of here pronto.

I hear someone calling my name, but I don't stop. He could be Mason Wright for all I care. 

The moment I step out into the parking lot I'm able to breathe deeply. 

I clutch the books to my chest, close my eyes and focus on the feeling of pure unpolluted air filling my lungs.

I sigh content. 

This is what simple feels like.

I'm taking another deep breath when I feel something light and wet hit my forehead.

My eyes snap open.

There's no-one on sight.

Haltingly, I raise my hand to my forehead. 

My fingers touch something slimy and I cringe. 

I withdraw my hand and inspect my fingers. Then I risk taking a sniff.

I blink in disbelief. 

There are pigeon droppings on my head!

And it's that minute, as I stand on the empty parking lot, bird poo on my hair, that one thought takes over the jumble inside my head. 

Life is out of whack.

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