Life For Rent

Chapter two

Dedicated to my sister, Faithsye for sticking with me from the very beginning. Te amo😘

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My brain is fuzzy. Much more than I'd like to admit. I used to have a dream – maybe, I still do but nobody is really counting, right? I'm always like, what if I knew how to do most things? Wishing that I could just grab things in mind as easily as they came, be able to play the various instruments or to do a decent drawing.

Oh, don't even get me started on mathematics.

But, just as they say, “if wishes were horses..”

I'd ride myself to absolute misery if they exclusively make talent a pass for anything in this universe.

My life would be totally over.

Can you imagine how terrible it'll feel like?

“Does he realize nobody is even listening to him anymore?” Sandy piped up, releasing a yawn.

“You know that man doesn't care.” I grit my teeth to stop the monstrous yawn that was about to make it's way out.

The yawning was getting quite contagious.

Chrysty and I looked back to see her dropping her head on the desk. Even a blind person could see how tired her lazy ass was.

Chrysty and Sandy are my best friends. Chrysty is a brown haired, brown eyed girl who actually doesn't give one cent as to what people thought about her. She is the most nonchalant entity I've ever come across but if you really get to know her, like I do, you'll find a pretty soft heart underneath those strong brick wall she's built to cocoon herself in.

Sandy is more like myself in personality. She is outspoken and a little bit more silly than I am though. Her silly attitude is way extreme than that of a three year old.
I must say that sometimes, it gets really hard keeping up with her.

Thinking about it now, I guess it was her easy going ways that first brought us together. Damn girl practically bullied Chrysty and I into being her friends on the first day of kindergarten. She said her Dad was a police officer so she can get us arrested if we didn't become her friends. I remember how stupid and naive we were back then. Our little minds completely believed and fell for her antics. Even the not-so-talkative Chrysty chatted and played with her all day that day.

Turns out the man wasn't even in the picture then. We found out later on in our friendship that the little devil had played us. She had so much mischief installed in her even at such a young age.

I jerked back to reality when Chrysty kicked me from under the desk. “You were dozing off.” She gave a sweet smile like she was at all sober herself.

A quick scan across the room and it looked like someone has drugged the whole class. Everyone was either asleep or half way there. Most were plopping their head on their hands as their elbows took support from their desks.

Like I was.

Currently, we were stuck in Math class with just a couple minutes to lunch break. But here we were, looking like a slumber party was in session.

I shook my head.

Mr. Howard was one hell of a walking, talking machine. I'd say a parrot but he isn't at all sweet or adorable, if I'm honest.

He's been drowning on about circles and angles and not a single soul was even paying an ounce of attention. Just as long as he gets a proper grade from his students at the end of the term, he doesn't really care if you're paying attention in his class or not.