The Reflection Of Reality

School

"What the actual hell is happening?" I ask myself. Still confused. Brandon sir would never tell me not to come to practice.

As I enter my class, all my classmates stare at me for one dead second. Then everyone comes towards me and ask some questions that I don't know anything about.

"Did you complete the science model? I reckon you'd win!"

"Are you ready for the race next Wednesday? Well you don't need to be because I bet you're gonna win!"

Finally, among the crowd, I heard the question I was looking for:

"What happened to your nose?"

"Nah nothing, just tripped."

"What the heck? How does everyone knows about the things I basically never share? And why there speaking in this tone like I'm their Jordan?",I think, giving Newt a look of confusion. He doesn't seem to understand me by my looks. He gives a shrug.

I sit next to Samuel. He's basically a quiet guy. I enjoy some peace at this moment and take some time to process whatever just happened.

I can't. The nose is itching and there's  nothing I could do for the itch and pain. I even didn't go for track and field today.

Fast forward to the first physics lesson of the day. The teacher enters the class. It's Miss Jolie.

"Shit." I gasp under my breath. Knowing that it's going to be boring. Miss Jolie begins with the curves (not the ones you're thinking about). As soon as she uses the term brachistochrone, I raise my arm up.

Thanks to those YouTube videos, I know a million facts about this. But miss Jolie ignores me like an ant on a playground.

There goes another hour.

Then comes our teacher. Our history teacher.

"Notebooks out." She tells the class. Almost everyone obeys her and pick it up from their bag.

"Not a good day. Definitely not. Procastinating wasn't a good idea after all." Knowing that the chapter in my history notebook remains blank in by bag.