j
this school was such a bore.
everyday.
all the time.
veronica, my best friend, seemed to share the same vision as me.
this school was terrible.
i had one friend.
everyone thought i was some sort of freak.
well really, i was.
i really dreaded walking into music.
i hated that subject.
we did nothing.
apparently, this ginger guy took extra classes for music just so he could be with the teacher.
i saw nothing special about her.
she was just like everyone else. everyone in riverdale was the same.
i sat at my usual desk in the corner of the room.
nobody noticed me anyway.
everyone looked the same.
bored.
only the ginger guy, who i've learned is called archie, was paying attention to what grundy was saying.
again, there's nothing special about her.
why was he even interested?
veronica had a thing for archie.
she wishes he took more notice of her.
but all he does is pay attention to grundy.
every class is the same.
archie stares at grundy.
veronica stares at archie.
and i?
i sit in the corner of the room.
on my own.
shaking my head at veronica.
it's very unlikely she has a chance with the perfect player and musician.
every girl wants to date him and every guy wants to be like him.
veronica even joined the vixens so she could stare at archie when he plays.
she gets treated like shit by cheryl blossom.
captain of the cheerleading squad.
but.. veronica never cared.
she just wanted him.
her weird crazy obsession has earned her to spend less time with me.
but , that's okay.
i like being alone.
i get to think.
i get to write.
it's great.
i've been staring around the room for the past 20 minutes.
bored.
to.
death.
until i noticed another scribble by mine.
the tables were new.
when new tables came no one really scribbled.
but i took my chance.
the scribble was in a black ink pen.
there was a slight smudge at the end of the sentence.
making me curious, how that happened.
it looked a lot like a guys handwriting.
i'm sure a girl wouldn't write this messy.
taking me another 10 minutes trying to figure out what the scribble says.
i finally could read it.
''j , i am not very happy that you're damaging school property, please stop. ''
very sweet.
even though the handwriting looked more of a guy than a girl.
i'm sure it was a girl.
no guy would write this nicely.
unless they were gay.
there are not many gay people in this school.
maybe 1 or 2.
they're nice enough.
the ones i know off.
i was happy she or he replied.
no one has ever replied to my scribbles i do in every single subject.
i'm not that keen on school.
maybe english.
but that's it.
''I am ever so sorry unknown, but you're damaging school property to love.
I was really bored.
sorry, i guess.
hopefully, now, you're mad at me less.''
i was curious who it is now.
the school wasn't that big.
but, to find someone.
yes, it was that hard.
maybe this person was like me.
they didn't care about the lesson.
they were insanely bored.
they knew that this class wouldn't get them anywhere.
but, they just sat through it.
because it's an extra grade just being there.
or the person was the exact opposite of me.
maybe they loved the subject.
maybe they listened eagerly each lesson.
but depending who it is.
or what they did.
i was curious.
really curious.
to find out.
who this mystery person was...
