I met this girl named Melissa. So sweet just like honey, she is. A girl with small delicate kissable pink lips. Pale like the radish I had for lunch. Beautiful shiny blue eyes, shiny enough to make the moon feel ashamed. Very much the opposite of me. But she, was pretty unreal.
"Jake! Wake up!". I woke up feeling scared, feeling nervous, sweat racing across my dark, filthy face. I can feel my heart pumping so fast. The same nightmare. The one I had yesterday, the day before, the week before, the month before. Every night before I go to bed, I'll pray I wont have that same nightmare. I tried to understand what it meant, but never did I succeed.
School was never my place. I hated socializing. Wasn't really good at making new friends, talking or even smiling. Good thing mom's a lunchlady at the school cafeteria, at least I'm able to befriend mom's colleagues' children. Most of them are now in college. Jia was my best friend. Too bad now she has a boyfriend. The one I saw drinking. We're practically strangers now. That means, now I technically don't have a bestfriend considering the fact that I only have a couple of friends (but I don't think they want me as a friend).
I often sit alone during lunch. A book and my iPod, the only things I actually need to survive this prison called school. I'm a big fan of Mitch Albom and Mariah Carey. Their works often make me feel motivated and confident with myself, sometimes for only a few hours but it's still better than feeling like you've been kicked into a dumpster all the time. I enjoy hamburgers and french fries. I hate those kinds of fancy food especially the ones which you need to have a fork and a spoon to eat. I love cooking but my I've never really liked what I cooked, my dishes always ends up being completely inedible.
Mr. Benson, my maths teacher is probably the most hated teacher in the whole school. The fact that he lives next door makes people avoid me, and thus leaving me to have a awful social life. People tend to try not to get caught up with anyone that has got anything to do with Mr. Benson, or as we like to call him, Sir Dirty Cottonball. Plump and freckles all over his face, he has.
