I watch Firkle slowly stand up and go over to the piano. He doesn't seem too excited about going first, or going at all--but when does he ever look excited?
He sits down, cracks his knuckles, and I cringe. I've noticed he does that whenever he's getting ready to do something. It's not that I don't like him getting prepared, but the sound of cracking bones makes me gag.
But then he starts playing, and I forget it all. It's so clean, smooth, as if he wrote it himself.
Christ, how long did he spend practicing? He's not even looking at the keys, he's looking into space, only breaking his gaze to quickly look at the notes every now and then.
When he finishes, Mr. Sloane seems to forget to say anything for a few seconds too long, and Firkle is left just looking at him for a response. When he clears his throat, the teacher finally answers.
"Oh- Uh, very, very good, Firkle." He nods at him. "How much have you practiced?"
As Firkle walks back to his seat expressionless, he picks at his nail polish. "Two, three times. Maybe four."
With that, a wave of whispers passes around me.
"Four times?"
"No way, he's fucking with him."
"Is he some kind of prodigy or something?"
Everything that I hear sounds like a valid thing to say--I mean, seriously? It was so good, and then, he says he only practiced a few times? I find that hard to believe.
Six or seven people go, and then he finally calls my name. I would say that my performance was pretty good, but, no where near as good as Firkle's. Not to mention, I've practiced it at least ten times. I think that one kid who called him a prodigy might have been right.
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I thoroughly believe that there is maybe one or two kids in this classroom that actually enjoy science. I don't hate it, but I definitely wouldn't say that I like it.
Mrs. Phillips drones on and on, gives us a homework question, and we're off. It's almost as if the school itself isn't happy about science, seeing as the lesson plan is extremely bland. Or maybe science itself could just be extremely bland--who am I to say?
//i feel like this chapter isnt good enough- but, i also feel like i should just post it already.
school's just started, so obviously i'll be focusing on that more than wattpad. but that's not to say i won't try to post.//
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unreadable // south park - firkle x ike
Fanfic"It's funny that he seems to know the perfect place to avoid people in a place full of people, yet he doesn't seem to realize that he's my best friend." // no update schedule, but i'm trying my best
