Everyday seems to be a hell day to me. Everytime I stepped outside of our front door, there is this limo which I really pray to the heavens that I must never see it. Why? There is this guy which dresses like his going to a funeral, black t-shirt, black pants, black cap, black shades, even his underwear (I guess) is black, sticks his tongue out, his way to greet good morning.
What’s with black?
Because it’s the color of the devil. He’s really emphasizing he’s an arrogant devil. And in response, I will just glare at him and will ride on my battered and a decade old BMX mountain bike on my way to school.
And him? Well he seems to chase me with his limo which I think he can’t drive properly because of the length and also because of the fact that he’s a lame driver, often shouts at me from behind to slow down.
While me, I just act like I hadn’t heard anything.
And that same old scenario continues until the two of us reached 4th year high.
Every year, we’re on the same class, and because I don’t want to see his face, I often asked my parents if I can transfer to another school, and there only reply is, “you started as a top student in that school so you will never leave that school.”
And me? I was so fucked up that I will just burst all my anger on my studies which maintains my reputation at Grimm’s University, Junior High Department as the “only scholar with nerdy imaginary friends”. Speaking of friends, my only friends are my literature books.
Well, that’s junior high but right now, I don’t know what they will call me when 1st sem starts at the Senior High Department. And yes, because I’m so fucked up of the idea that my life of being a senior will start today, last night I was so dozed that I went to bed at around 1:00 in the morning which made me woke up at around 7:30 in the morning and the entrance ceremony will start at around 7:45 and school is atleast 1 mile away from our village.
I had a piece of dry toast and hot choco and hurried to the bathroom to have an approximate 2 minute shower. Then I hurried downstairs after I dressed up for school: the usual gray hoodie and worn out pants and sneakers, without brushing my hair and went straight to the backyard to get my bike.
My morning was fucked up and it got even more fucked up when I saw the same funeral guy with his lame black limo parked in front of their majestic rusty gate. And yes, the usual routine, he sticks out his tongue while I glared at him in response.
He’s so annoying. Not the typical annoying. He’s so fucking annoying. I was about to ride on my bike when he said my name.
“Zhiana Clare Baron….” He said mockingly.
“What do you want stupid?”
Yepp, instead of going to school by now, I’m still talking to this jerk. Wait, why am I even talking to him?
“You’re late for school.”
Isn’t it obvious? Told you, he’s really an idiot.
“I know.”
I was about to ride on my bike again when I heard the most stupid statement I ever heard in my very existence.
“Since we’re both late, how about a ride on my limo?” he offered.
We’ll that’s the first time he offered me a ride on his limo. But because I’m trying to preserve my dignity, I said no.
“Since I’m already late, how about if I can go now right?” and I immediately rode my bike on my way to school leaving him shouting behind.
