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Dear dairy,
Sleeping with that bear works better than a lullaby. I haven't slept that good in ages - and no, it's not in my head. I'm certain of it. I woke up this morning in high spirits, ready to take on the world. Getting ready for school took no time at all. I was early but not earlier than I always was. I love getting to school early. The few moments of dark solitude in school always reminded me of the joys of learning. It helps me see the quiet beautiful parts of the school and not as a place where I'm the most socially awkward person ever.
I got to school hoping to find the few moments of peace and quiet. I felt today's soliloquy would have been exceptional. Unfortunately, my expectations were doused in cold water when I climbed up the stairs. There was Jenny, taking a threatening gait towards me yet, there was a sick sweet smile on her face. "When they told me they could always find you alone early in school I found it unbelievable. Why the hell would anyone come here - At this time - Alone -" she punctuated every word with a snicker. "Even the biggest nerds don't do that. You really are a freak." She said so sweetly I shivered "How did you do it?" She asked as if the question was explanatory in itself. I remained quiet, hoping she would realise that I needed more light and explain but she just kept smiling at me.
A few moments of silence and staring at her helped me decipher that she is too pretty for brains; blankly staring at her wasn't going to help. I shrugged and shook my head. I lightly brushed past her as I walked away. She grabbed my hand and pulled. "I asked you a question Ruby and you're just going to walk away?" She said, sounding irritated. "Lemuel did say something about not being proper when you left the music room the other day but c'mon, you can't be downright rude. Can you? Because if you were, you never would have been his Valentine." She tilted her head to the side and looked at me as if sizing me up. Lemuel said that? In front of her? Why did he place that much importance on my goodbyes? The goodbyes seemed so important that he couldn't help but comment on it in front of her. Now she thinks she can come at me with it. I woke up very happy today and she was ruining that. I needed to stop it. I have no idea where my new found confidence came from but I'm glad it did. I yanked my hand from hers and turned to face her. "I don't have the time to listen to the ramblings of a crazy person. I came here to find solitude and you're in the way of that. When you can communicate more coherently, I'll be in my class. That is, if you dare show your face in there." I smiled the sweetest smile I could, turned on my heel, and headed to my class satisfied by the look of horror that crossed Jenny's face. It was nice to see that façade of her sickening smile drop. She obviously wasn't expecting me to react and I'm glad I did. I couldn't let people keep stepping on me regardless of who they are or what they have. Especially not her or any of their classmates. Lemuel could have had any one of them but he chose me. Me. He saw something in me and I need to stand up for that. With his status he could and would never love a lowlife. I needed to be more. I've decided to take a action. I'll show him how I feel. It might be unethical for the girl to woo the boy but nothing stops us from pursuing our happiness. The boy is my happiness and if ethics stops me from being happy, then screw those ethics.
I unfortunately didn't get my alone time. If I didn't wake up in such a good mood, this would have been the worst school day of my life. No sooner had I gone to class than my classmates started trooping in. I watched them all come in their groups. They all looked so happy. It must be nice to have one person who understands and shares your views let alone a whole group. As they trooped into homeroom, they all took their seats but continued their chatter; no one so much as looked at me. Milan and KC were the weirdest of friends in my class. Well, they claimed they weren't friends. They both occasionally engaged in pointless conversations that mostly included banters of the other party or other members of the class. They apparently are so irritated by each other that they seat on opposite sides of the class. Unfortunately, I'm one of those who sit right in the centre of the class mostly because I dont have my glasses and I need to stay front and centre to see the board and the face of the teacher. My mind would wander a bit only to be jerked back by someone calling my name and asking for my opinion as if they'd take it. "Don't you think so Ruby?" Milan would snigger. "Sigh. I thought so too." KC would reply after I didn't.
There I was, right in the middle of all their yells and noise irritated to my soul. All I could do was wait for the teacher to come in class and at least quiet them down. Lucky for me, I got my wish. In no time our English teacher, came in and began one of the worst English classes I ever had. I've always loved English class; but today, it's not like I was bored, my mind just kept wondering. I thought of everything I could and should be and I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. I spelt the whole day self loathing. Occassionaly, I would catch a glimpse of something or someone at the door and would look up expecting to see a fuming Jenny but it is never her. I didn't see Jenny all day after that and I'm not sure if that was a good or bad thing.
I'm home now. Done with all form of work. Teddy in hand; I'm going to bed. I was thinking teddy deserved a name; and what better name than the name of the one who gave him to me. I'm naming teddy Lemuel.
Goodnight Diary.
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Diary Of The School Misfit (#wattys2019)
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