Fictional

1 - My pen is...

        I walked down the hallway like a bride walking down the aisle... Well, grocery aisle, that is. Especially when the store's about to close. Brisk, anxious, but accurate. It was the first day of tenth grade and there was exactly one minute before I'm marked late on my first day in my records. I was chewing dissolvable gum and carried a hell heavy of a bag (which contains at least five fictional books) and have my earphones no for no particular reason. Well, actually I have two reasons. One is, I feel weird not wearing earphones, music or no music. Secondly, I didn't get to charge my phone properly because my Tumblr dashboard would be filled after consuming a fresh new batch of fangirliness and waiting for the latest Doctor Who episode to load on my desktop and chatting with my internet best friends about our boyfriends (A.K.A fictional characters), and literally on the other hand, a few wiki articles for stalking purposes. I was operating three gadgets at once and it made me feel like a fool when I was first doing it, but I just got along with myself. I was walking down the corridor occasionally kicking pieces of crumpled paper on the floor. I didn't want to go to school. I didn't like it. Especially now knowing that my "favourite" teacher was my adviser. I wouldn't even say that it feels like the first day of school. Meh. Probably just because I'm tired of seeing the same faces. I stopped at the wall beside the door at the back of the room and looked at my watch. Fifteen seconds. I slowly opened the door and peeked a little. Nobody was looking at me. Not yet. I slowly, carefully closed the door but made a mistake which made it creak loudly and caught the attention of everyone. Familiar faces, familiar faces. At maximum of three or four unfamiliar ones, but mostly usuals. I smiled a nervous smile and waved my fingers at them but I lost my jolly feeling when I saw Jennelyn  Marksman Hinnigan's face. She... no… IT was looking at me with one of ITS eyebrows raised and fingers tunefully tapping on the teachers’ desk staring at me with eyeballs trapped inside a prison of eyelash shading and ITS lips curved into a half-grin, half-frown, and was ever so slowly but unnoticeably shaking ITS head.

        "You're late Miss Smith." she said and crossed her arms.

         Internally, I was aggressively rolling my eyes, but I stopped myself and smiled wickedly instead.

        "Finally, for the first time in forever, I read the rules out of boredom," I paused

        "For reasons like, the last book of the series I'm reading isn't out until next year," I continued, muttering swiftly which made most of the class chuckle.

         "I have read that a student is never late if -..." I stopped as the ball rang and grinned

     "The student is already in the room before, or exactly when the bell rings." I continued and cringed my nose at her and smiled the sweetest and sickliest smile I could manage.

        "Good morning Miss-STRESS Hinnigan." I said stressing 'Miss' and 'Stress' at two different times and settled at the far left side somewhere in the mid length part just beside the window and another empty chair at my right side. I mean, one less idiot to blame. Well, at least for now. The poor soul must be late on the first day. Well, he or she is. Gods. I just emphasized the record breaking first scene of teacher offense and I described a student in the exact situation wrongly. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I was banging my head slowly on the arm chair which I knew was noticed by those in front or beside me but chose to ignore, because I'm pretty sure they know how lousy and "formal" Miss Hinnigan talks and they sort of understand the situation of a stubborn child like me. I stopped, stretched my legs and arms and rested my head on my left hand fist while my other hand was twiddling my pen. I placed my brown bag at the back of the armchair in front of me. Good thing mom bought me a larger bag. Now all things unnecessary to bring in school fits which includes my draft notebook, Doodle book, Journal, Diary, Idea notebook, answers-to-the-universe notebook, empty non-school related notebook, two major and three minor fiction books which I bet I can read all, twenle hours straight, a five-inch thick memo pad for origami and actual memory purposes. I also brought a pair of each legal colour of ball pens, double-sided tape, normal tape, correction tape, correction fluid (because I have different moods in correcting mistakes), a compass,a compass, and they're all on my sling bag (The tapes and pens at least) beside of my backpack. Oh, and I forgot. I also have two unread books in my sling bag. I don't know why I bring all of them. I just really like the feeling of bringing my somewhat personal private library. Kid you not, when I was in seventh grade my books were on rent. If they lost it they have to replace it. Blimey, even my mom gets confused where all my books go and I just say that they're borrowed by my "friends". She never really hears the end of it.