Chapter Seven - Monday
(Two-Week Time Gap)
School is about as uneventful as my goldfish bowl. I don’t even have a goldfish bowl, but if I did, it would be as uneventful as this school.
When I said nothing happened in the past two weeks I’m not talking about how nothing of importance happened. I mean nothing happened. School fell into a pattern – locker – classes – breathing – lunch – classes- home. Simple I know, but I struggled with that.
Specifics were supposed to make things easier, less stress they say, no more wasting time they say. Well I was bored out of my mind – this was undeniably insignificant and life is too short to be following routines.
Today seemed no different – I got to fourth period without a single zombie bursting through our door gorging our aggravating French teacher’s brain, so much for wishing on stars.
I sat at my new-and-improved very back corner seat on my own. I pulled out my notes and started my classic doodles for the gizzilianth time.
“YOU GAVE MR JONES A HANDJOB?” Pete’s spluttering laughter filled the room and he stumbled in with Liliath on his tail.
“SHUT UP!” She screeched hitting him on the back of the head with her textbook. Pete continued to laugh and tears eventually gathered in his eyes. “Oh-Oh my!” I was thoroughly confused at that point but that’s old news. When Liliath spotted me she dragged Pete by the collar and put him in the chair next to mine. Thankfully – there was only ten in this class and most weren’t here yet.
“Is Pete drunk?” I asked with sincerity, Li shook her head and repeatedly hissed curses in his direction.
“Did you tell him?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
I felt a strange warming relief at her trust in me. I honestly thought she wouldn’t believe me.
“Okay” she said again almost to herself. “Well – we need to find out who did.”
I shrugged – I really didn’t want to get involved. I preferred staying neutral. Best way to avoid this drama crap. “Right here!” Pete choked, his face still broken into his giddy grin. Liliath gripped him arm to prevent him leaving so I asked, “Who told you?” People sapped all my energy. It’s one of the key reasons why I avoid them.
“I have my ways,” he said mischievously tapping his nose.
“Well you better tell me those ways so I can disable them personally” Li said, her eyes still ignited with her glare. Pete opened his mouth to speak but the droning of the intercom drowned his voice out.
“Attention all Senior Year students!” A quirky voice blasted out from the speakers, it was filled with so much enthusiasm I prayed for it to end. Too much of a good thing.
“Okay! So – we have about three months left of school you know what that means!”
“Our parents putting even more pressure on us to get into a good college?” I mumbled and I felt Li shake with a chuckle.
