Of skulls and sugar

Monday: The glasses.

As I am greeted with the shouts and yells of my schoolmates, I separate from Ash and Pippi as they head out for art class, and I follow Alfred, Opera and Yara down the maze of teenagers to our english classroom. As we enter the room the scent of paper and old books fill the air. I check my watch, 8:13, good we arrived early. I pass a group of boys smelling like vape and ciggaretes and the annoying Allysa Williams flirting with the guys of the class and sit down in my seat next to Alfred." Settle down kids". Mister Arbeid says as he walks into the classroom smelling as he just travelled through a swamp before he came to school." His voice reminds me of someone pulling their nails down a blackboard." Yara whispers to me and Alfred from behind. Alfred nods in agreement and I smile, then turning at mister Arbeid before he notices us. As mister Arbeid starts checking if every single student came I start daydreaming about a dream I had couple of days ago. I stood in a field filled with white grass, and the sky a striking blue, as I walked around I noticed the small bunnies that were hoping about, like miniature clouds or white cotton candy. As I picked one of them up, it smiled at me with its big bunny teeth and it's eyes the same colour as the sky staring at me, the sight of that smile filled my head with dopamine. As I stroked it's white fur, I felt complete, like I was finally not alone anymore, I had someone who made me feel accepted. Which is weird as it was just a single bunny, and it made me feel more welcome in that one moment then the years of friendships I've had. It was weird, I've read that dreams can predict the future or something like that, total bullshit if you ask me but now, I wish that were the case, that I could find a bunny who could make me feel truly happy. But, alas, that will not happen for a long time, I am not exactly the most popular or all around well liked person in my class. People think of me as mean and a pessimist, in fact, they're not wrong, but because of that fact I'm considered a bore, and gloomy, I don't blame them, it's just, annoying. When mister Arbeid calls my name I return to reality." Here." I say, then drift my eyes slowly around the classroom. The popular kids sit in the other corner, chatting and hanging on their phones as they don't care about what the teachers think about it, because they don't care, and the teachers know it, so they just ignore it and focus their fury on other students. In the middle of the popular group, sits the queen of the school, the woman who has everyone wrapped around her finger, Allysa Williams. Perfect in every way, with her long black hair which doesn't look horrendous, and her big, blue eyes which make her look like a porcelain doll. She is better than me in every way, yes she is a bitch, but I am also, and people like her despite of that fact. She's popular and has no proplem getting a boyfriend, as any guy she picks will undoubtedly say eyes. God, what I would do to be her. I decide continuing to stare at Allysa would bring attention to me, so I decide to stare at something else. There's the group of vapers I mentioned before, there's the two hippies in the second row, and the three nerdy girls at the front row, my other classmates are completely uninteresting, so I mostly ignore them, but there is one that caught my eye. Two seats to the left of Yara, there's a boy sitting next to the window, he has glasses covering his eyes, and long black bangs on top of that, he's wearing a black turtle neck under a oversized hoodie so large it completely engulfs his whole body, with his fingerless gloves, he looks like he's homeless. But there is something about him which is cute, even though he's most likely an antisocial freak who has nothing in common with me." As of today we will be doing a new assignment, and you all will be sorted into groups of two." The boring, uninterested voice of mister Arbeid says. What, am I really going to have to work on a project with someone else, I don't even know most of my classmates names. Fuck, hopefully I can either work with Alfred or Yara, not some fuckboy douchebag who makes me do all the work and then takes all the credit." I will assign everyone together, and there will be no changing groups, so you can forget working on this with your friends." Mister Arbeid says as he starts writing down the groups on the blackboard behind him. I frantically look down at all the names he has written, searching and hoping that I get a good partner. I see Alfred's and Yara's name written together, and Opera is matched with one of the hippies. Well, that means I got matched up with a total stranger. When I finally see my name I read the name next to it, hoping that I at least recognize the name. But no, the name that is written next to mine is one I don't know at all, the name of one Caspian Blythe.