⚠️ This is a true story, unfortunately.
🖤1st in a series
✅Completed
I labeled this as teen "fiction" because my target age group usually thinks of self-help books or text books when they hear "non-fiction" and don't realize a memoir reads like a...
On Monday, as soon as I walked into the art room, I saw Pen giving me a pissed off/suspicious squint. I assumed she was still irritated about my Saturday shenanigans. I cautiously sat next to her, afraid to make eye contact, until she gave me one of those throat clearing noises that meant you better look at whoever made the noise. P: "You need to tell me what the hell was wrong with you this weekend...like, now. What in the ass was that?" She shoved a chocolate donut in her mouth; the ones our art teacher brought in for us every morning. It gave me a few seconds to think of a good lie because the truth was not an option. T: "Oh, cracker jacks, Penjamin. Where do I even begin? It's really a funny story...of triumph and tragedy...and everyone changing for the greater good." I gave her a general opener to buy myself a few more seconds. Then it dawned on me! Just pull a little switcheroo.
I grabbed the football program, I'd gotten at the game, and opened it to the page with Dan's picture...because I brought it to school with me and she didn't find that odd for some reason; now that I think about it. T: "That kid right there? He stalks me. I wanted to stand by the fence just to see what he would do, ya know? See if he started foaming at the mouth or anything." She took the program from me and examined it for herself. P: "He's not bad looking...too bad he's a creeper." T: "Is he easy on the eyes? I hadn't noticed. Who has the time to look people in the face, anymore? It's no big deal, I can handle his obsessive antics; he's only a child." I proceeded to tell her everything I'd been doing, but replacing me with him. It shocked me that she looked so horrified, because I didn't think I was being that weird.
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I figured since I'd just seen Dan at the game, I'd give him some time to work up to responding to me, if he hadn't already. I wanted a little more time to vacation in my blissfully ignorant paradise, so I was in an alright mood. Now, what really helps me remember this day is the shit brownie. Someone had rolled up a brownie like a piece of shit and put it on the lunch monitors chair and she sat on it. No one would confess to doing it, so everyone had to stay after; making me late for Religion.
I was speed walking to Religion class, when I noticed it felt like there was a stampede coming toward me.
"Hey!"
I heard someone yell but when I turned around, no one was paying attention to me, so I continued down the hall.
"Hey!"
I heard it again. This time, when I turned around, I saw someone running through the crowd of kids, pushing them out of the way. My alright mood slowly dissipated. I got a sickly feeling like I imagine a sailor would, if they were out on the open sea and spotted a megalodon shark charging toward the boat. Just sheer horror, annoyance and the worst irritation imaginable.
