The Life of No One Special

Chapter 7

The rest of the day went rather boring. Mrs. Delight still wasn't back yet (thank the gods.) But the downside was that I was once again stuck sitting next to Mason the whole hour. I had told him about Matthew, the new kid and how I would have to chauffeur him around the rest of the school year.

"So you're telling me by the end of the school year ,you're gonna have incredible biceps ."

I scowled at him for making such an immature hypothesis. "No. From what I remembered what he looked like, he was tall and skinny. Pushing 115 pounds around on wheels shouldn't be difficult."

"115? Tall and skinny? Not as perfect as I am. Am I right?!" He lifted up his palm, thinking I'd high five him.

I didn't.

Instead I frowned at him and continued doodling on my notepad.

There was a long moment of silence, until he finally spoke up.

"What do you even write in that journal thingy?"

"I confess my undying love for you. I describe you're physical and emotional beauty. Hopefully I can share it with the world someday!" I was so sarcastic, I'm pretty sure I deserved a standing ovation. Or a Grammy or something.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Sunflower."

From then on, the whole day went super slow.

I finished some homework over by the park directly after school and arrived home around 5:30.

To my surprise, my dad was already home and out of his suit. Before I could question him he greeted me with strange question.

"Quick! State an important theory or quote in French! Go!"

At first I stuttered. But I quickly had a great idea.

" Oh mon dieu! C'est la plus belle pizza que j'ai jamais vu . Le fromage est frais, c'est vraiment mieux Que le dernier film de Gérard Depardieu!" I shot him a smirk, waiting to hear his response.

"Quoting Pizza Party from L'homme Run doesn't count as a theory or important quote." He frowned.

I lightly pushed his shoulder. "Anything sung or stated by Ezra Koenig is important ,father."

If you didn't know, it translates to 'Oh my god .It the best pizza I've ever seen. The cheese is fresh, it's really better Than the last film of Gérard Depardieu'

"Yeah ,yeah sure." He made his way up to his room.

I forgot to ask why he was home half an hour early. But I guess I could ask him later.

I waited until after dinner to share with both my parents of my "heroic" duty at school. Of course they were proud of me and gave me a looooonnggg lecture about how this will help me gain an "even brighter future".

I guess I have to build up exciting events to relief myself of living the life of no one special.

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Sorry this chapter is short and boring I just wanted to get back into the habit of updating 😂

I'll try to start updating on Wednesdays and on weekends