Procrastination and Pessimism

Petty and Pretentious

My ears burned.

My chest felt tight.

My stomachs in knots.

We're losing.

I didn't care if we lost I just care who we're losing to.

"1933!" the group next to us shouts in a very confident manner.

My teacher nods, "correct."

Another 300 points to the winning team. Joy.

I look at them sideways and see their content faces. They look so thrilled, all but one.

Fredrick Bean, probably the only person I've ever met that's cockier than me.

It's not even a grin plastered on his face, it's a smirk.

I tap my fingers harder on the table out of pettiness.

I always thought playing Jeopardy would be so nerve-racking but in all honesty, I'm just annoyed.

Veronica gives me a concerned look.

I let out a sigh as I turn back to face the board.

"Group 6, what question would you like to pick?" my teacher asks the next group over.

They whisper for a second or two and then call out "holocaust, 400."

I grin. No one's going to get this right.

"What was the event called where 100 Jews died and thousands more were arrested?"

I stare intently at the group.

They all look confused.

My teacher sounds the timer as they continue to throw out wrong answers at one another.

I glance at the winning group's table, they look perplexed as well.

We finally got this.

"Wait," David says from behind me.

I turn around slowly, "Yes?"

"Does anyone remember what it's called?"

Rose shrugs, "no clue."

I look at Veronica, she shakes her head in reply.