Exceptional

The Wondering

        I haven't written in a while. Too long. It's not good to keep all these words bottled up. Gotta spill them out, even if just for a little bit.

        Many things have happened, but not many extremely important ones. I know all my teachers, now, and I'm beginning to understand their schedules and personalities. On A days, I have maths first, with Professor Frost. She's really serious, and no-nonsense, despite her crazy colourful hair and way-too-revealing outfits. But deep down, she's pretty nice, and gives second chances. Then there's Creative Writing, with that guy who has the long silvery hair, and is named Professor Rivers. He's a little creepy, but he teaches the class well. Then that Jonason guy, who's really jumpy, always acting like someone's out to get him. Jeez, paranoid. He's usually nice, though, always very forgiving and helpful. Especially since I'm really not very good at history, and it's because of him that I'm passing with a C. Right, then there's Bones, the English guy, who also runs the school, and it's like, can you get any more controlling? And he always seems way too happy, all the time. Eesh. It's surreal.

        Then on B days, I have PE, which I suck at. What's the point, anyway? I get that some people like it, but I don't, and there's no way I'm ever going to be good, so why even bother? I don't even really like the teacher, either. She always seems to be screaming at people, and her hair is just too long. Even the rainbow-coloured specs are just a bit overkill. Then I drag myself to Science, which I don't even pay much attenetion to. Spikey-Hair-Guy, er, Professor Hobbes, is kind of boring, even though his hair isn't. How... how does that even happen? What, did he wake up one day, see his hair and just say "Oh, yeah, this is good, I like this, I think I'll put some stuff in this and leave it like this forever."? Honestly, in that class, I spend more time thinking up weird theories about his hair than I do thinking about science. Then, ugh, Professor Gravity. He teaches Spanish, which I'm good at, but don't really like. He is so creepy, flirting with every single female in class even though, as he's said about a million times in class, he "totally has a girlfriend." What a perv. Every time he gets near Safirah, I just wanna smack that freaky grin off his face. I'm not typically a violent person, but that guy brings out the worst in me. God. If he ever lays a hand on Safirah, the Pearly Gates won't even be able to I.D. him.

        So, needless to say, after a day in class, I am exhausted. Even people who try to talk to me say I'm not my usual self. Oh, yeah, I've made a few new friends, but none as good as the old ones. Especially Arthur. Heh, odd to think I used to be afraid of him. Now we stay up late every night just talking about life and stuff, until he snaps at me that his "energy reserve isn't limitless" or whatever. Guess he's not a night person. But he's totally a morning one, he's always up and ready long before I even start stirring. Huh. Everyone's different.

        But Safirah's been really weird recently. She used to be so open and happy around me. More so than usual, Kira said. But now she almost seems like she's mad at me. I don't really know what I did, but she just says she wants to be alone every time she comes near me. It was probably my fault, whatever it was. I knew I couldn't get along with girls. I knew that, so why is it driving me crazy? It's like I can't think about anything else, except wondering why she's avoiding me. Some nights, it's even hard to philosophise with Arthur. I can't concentrate, and, ugh. Why is it getting to me so much? I should just go ask her... But what if talking makes it worse? And... I don't know. I guess there's not much left to risk. Yeah, I'll do it. I'll go ask her... after tomorrow's classes. At least tomorrow is A day, so I don't have to deal with Ugh-Gravity then. Okay. Stick to this now, Sean. Stick to it.