The Waiting Room

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Maxine

I try and concentrate in class but I really can't. My mind can never focus. I can't do anything right now. I hate this feeling honestly it makes me feel like I want to die but nobody really gives a shit. All I get are snarky comments and strange looks.

"Maxine?" My thoughts are interrupted by the constantly anxious voice of my teacher

"Yes Mr Smith?"

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"No, sorry"

"Miss Wood, if you are going to expect to pass these classes I expect you to pay attention"

"Yes Mr Smith" I reply attempting to seem remorseful. He sighs, teachers are meant to be lenient to me because of my 'condition'. Why do I have to be treated like an idiot because of my brain? I wish a pill could make it go away. But no. Class finishes and I walk over to the place I always sit at during lunch; A small alley between the science wing and the Arts Centre. I get out a bag of chips and eat one. I immediately feel sick so I pull out a book; Jane Austen and begin to read. As my eyes swim across the words my mind wanders elsewhere.

But before I can let my mind leave reality it is interrupted by an astonishingly high group of giggles.

I open my eyes to see a sea of bright pink tops.

"Hey Maxine, How's trash alley?"

"Hey Clara, How's having an IQ lower than a toothbrush"

I really hate her.

Maybe I should start going to the library at lunch at least Clara Davies and her army of dim-witted skanks.

Miles

"Umm is this class 10B Science?" A new boy creeps his head into our class

"Yes it is, you must be Carlos Morgenstern?"

"Yeah, sorry I'm late"

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again, take a seat wherever"

Carlos nods and scans the classroom. He walks over to the vacant seat in front of me. Shit, now I can't see the board. Class continues and I try to grasp all I can about advanced biology before the class finishes but alas the bell rings before I can finish my notes. So I try to continue writing as everyone leaves the class. It's lunch next after all and I have nothing pressing to do. Carlos gets up in front of me. I continue my frantic scribbling.

"Hey I'm Carlos" He says extending his hand.

I look up "Uh Miles" I say shaking his hand. His hair is blonde and covers his left eye which is a startling green. He's completely gorgeous which is weird for a year 10 at this school. He'll have a girlfriend in under a week.

"You uh any good at biology?" He asks scratching the back of his head

"Um I'm alright at it I suppose"

"What's your regular mark?" He asks smiling slightly

"Uhmm an A I think"

"Fuck seriously can you give me a hand?" He asks sitting down next to me "Sorry it's just I really need to catch up since I've moved mid-term, I have no idea what you guys are up to"

"Oh that's ok I can give you my notes"

"Sorry, I suck at reading notes could you take me through them, do you have anything to get to?"

"Umm no, not at all"

I take out my notes and we begin to go through them.

Angela

"I know right she's such a slut" My friend Megan rants. She is completely hung up on this new girl that her boyfriend dumped her for.

"Angela, what do you think?"

"Oh yeah, complete whore"

"I know right I wish she was fucking dead"

Who gives a fucking shit? People get so hung up on idiotic things such as this. I don't understand why she needs validation for her emotions either. Do I go around in a panicked voice saying 'do you agree that I should enter my university application to Melbourne huh?' Honestly, I don't care about her stupid problems but I suppose I have to be.... a friend. That's who everyone thinks I am.

I've been picking the skin around my nails again.

Why do we have to be able to think?

"Hey Megan"

"Yeah, Angela?"

"Maybe you should try and hook up with that friend of his, what's his name?"

"Jace?"

"It'd make him jealous as fuck"

"True oh my god you're a genius Angela do you think that Patrick even liked me?"

"Of course he liked you he probably thought you were hot as fuck he just was a sex-obsessed guy and had no one to screw when you were in America"

"Yeah your totally right I just get really worried that maybe he didn't think that I was at all hot"

"Your totally gorgeous Megan" The quiet blonde boring piece of shit that is Izzy pipes up

"Thanks, Izz"

The stupid conversation is interrupted by a bell

"I've got AP Biology now see you" I say leaving