Say Yay to FriYay!
Yahooo!
Okay, too overboard.
But who cares, it's a freakin' Friday. Maybe that's the enchanting witchcraft that seize me as a normal student at last. No one cares about me.
I saunter to my locker with a peace light shining on me, getting ready for the day.
"Hey there, neighbour." I grin at Vincent. He shows no response as he engages himself with his locker.
"Umm.. Hello? Hazel? Sylvester?" He ignores me? What the heck.
"Wait. Am I finally dying? Am I a wandering soul? Why did I die? Where did I die? On a Friday morning, seriously?" I panick, slapping his arm per question mark. He sighs then glares at me. Maybe?
"Are you looking at me? Or behind me?" I glance a hundred eighty degree and find no one, "Really? Is it for me? Can you see me?" I wave frantically, he doesn't blink. Cool. Or no, that proves my dead soul. Oh my-
He flicks his finger on my forehead.
"OUCH! That HURTSSsss... OH! I'M ALIVE?" I jump in joy. I guess I'm alive.
"Damn, fuck it Taylor. What's the fucking ruckus early in the morning?" he yells at me. I freeze on spot. Uh, I guess I kind of awaken the devil. I will die in a Friday, afterall.
As always, he's the first to walk away. I follow closely behind.
"Well then, were you ignoring me?" I tug his grey t-shirt. Yeah, forget to say. Friday is freedom, so no uniform. Although no hotpants, tanktops, sleeveless, sandals. Still, colourful enough!
"Oh my. I completely forget how you're such a Dory. You don't remember anything that I said yesterday, don't you?" he glances at me.
"I kind of do but you know, even Dory can actually remember something. In 'Finding Dory', he actually manages to find his parents with of his own fabulous memory. So do I. Guess what I rememberr.." I singsong, blocking his steps, eyes and mouth all lifted widely.
"What, El?"
"Aww, is that what you're calling me? Why the El?"
"It's your fucking name, the fuck. Just tell me your purpose already." He groans.
"Oh, right. Soooo.. I actually remember you. You're the boy who.. Umm.. Climb.. Hmm.. Back, school.. You know. I don't think that's a wise idea to say in public, but you know what I mean. Get it?"
"Get it, now go." He pass by me.
Did he just brush me off?
"That's it? You're not excited or touched or something?"
"Ha. Ha. Congratulations on regaining your memory, I hope it goes the same for your sense. Touché." He rolls his eyes.
"You're heartless."
"Are you going to keep on following me?"
"Well, what's your class?"
"History."
"Really? Like real really?? Me too!" I shriek in a bliss while he chants his black magic of profanity.
"V for Vincent. V for victory!"
"E for Elenora. E for expelliarmus!" He then strides to... class?
"Wait for meee.." He's soon nowhere in sight in the swarms of students. Wow. He was just right next to me and boom. Magic. Perhaps it was the expelliarmus. I should ask him to teach me that. Cool!
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