Shattered

Fragment Seven

I woke up early, most likely about six, and prepared a small breakfast which consisted of peanuts, expired milk, and a banana. I peeled it open, dropped a couple of peanuts on top of it, and poured a bit of milk over it. That day I discovered that I wasn't born to be a cook.

Bethany woke up thirty minutes after I had. She came into the crowded and small kitchen, and stared at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen anyone hold.

- "We have classes today..." she said.

- "Yeah, I figured, so?"

- "So we have to spend four hours in a class full of idiots and annoying teachers!"

- "Yeah, I figured, so? Isn't that the point of this whole place? To learn?"

- "Zen, sometimes, I truly believe that you're worst than my grandma, stop being so positive towards this lame education."

- "You know what I'm here for."

- "I mean yes, I know, but still, you shouldn't be so serious about it. Have some fun out here, it's literally your last year in school! Then you'll be free! Think of everything you'll be able to do."

- "By everything do you mean law school for for years? Oh dear, yes, that's quite the "everything."

- "Why are you talking so formally now?"

- "Honestly, no clue, I saw this girl at the cafeteria with a weird, fancy, accent and I thought it would be cool to try it out."

- "You're weird, but uh, okay. Hurry up and shower, I'll meet you in Biology. I have to go see someone."

Beth is honestly the mom I never had, but with a very strong British accent, and a year less than me. We met when she was visiting Cyprus with her family nine years ago. It was for a business trip that her dad had to conclude with some important Cypriot. Me and my grandmother hosted her at our place, and even though it was only for a week, it was probably the most productive week I had ever experienced. Beth was a wild child. Always wanting to do whatever she could do to get herself in trouble.

I snapped out of my daydreaming as the cold water splashed my face, and I was brought back to reality. I quickly finished showering, put on a black short dress, and wore a worn pair of black Sk8 High Vans. I didn't even bother doing my hair. I put on some black eyeliner, grabbed my bag, and rushed out of my dorm. As I stepped outside, I was blinded by how bright it was. If I focused really hard, it actually looked kind of nice. I snapped, and rushed to Biology. Once I entered, I found Beth sitting in the back of the class and sat down next to her. Behind her was a girl with short brown hair who seemed way too focused on the nutrition facts in the back of her Doritos chip bag. Either way, I ignored her, and tapped Bethany's shoulder.

- "Oh hey, Zen-Zen!"

- "Zen-Zen? Since when did you even consider ca-"

- "Since now! Anyways, meet Noëlle! She's pretty much a born nerd. She's cool though, I'm sure you both will get along just fine!"

- "Hey, Zennor right? I'm Noëlle! Nice to me-"

As I was about to introduce myself to the nutrition reading nerd, the classroom door was kicked open, and a familiar face gave me a death glare. She ran down the class and sat down next to Noëlle, all time keeping eye contact with me. I had seen her before. She was the girl who abused the students' hunger and emptied the lunch line in a matter of seconds.

- "Hey you! How dare you go before me at lunch yesterday? Do you know how rude it is to skip someone and then slap their face with your beautiful and amazing smelling hair?"

Bethany gasped.

- "Zen-Zen, how could you? I thought you were a decent soul!"

- "She lied to everyone, Bethany!"

I could tell she was disappointed, I didn't care. I got closer and looked straight into the liar's eyes. I whispered something in her ear, and as I backed away from her face, she trembled down to the floor. We made eye contact once again, and I sat back down in front of her.

Five minutes later the teacher finally entered the room and began her introduction. I honestly don't even remember her name. I payed attention to none of what she said. My mind wandered off to places such as Cyprus. Then I remembered. My grandmother had told me to read the letter she handed me once I arrived here. Curiously, I asked to go to the bathroom, and took the letter out of my bag.

I would lie if I said I didn't cry.