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Chappie Four.

Homeschool.

"What do you call a sphere full of idiots?"

"Earth."

-some genious dude on tumblr.

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Essette, Cynthia Essette.

I wonder what the world would be like if it wasn't so populated with idiots, me included. Literally, everything we say hypocritically contradicts something we've said previously or will say. It's the same case with my mother. She's so adamant on me having a social life, however she's persistent on me being homeschooled. I get it mom, you want me to have a social life without actually enabling me to meet people to actually have that social life. Bravo, mother.

Homeschooling isn't that bad, since I get to wake up later than every other normal student thanks to my kind mother (even though I implied her as a wacky mother prior to this sentence. See, contradiction.). The hard part is when I need to actually apply for a university, which is around this present time. Good thing is that my mother knows the principal from Eastforest High, one of the few high schools around this area in Oregon. Since my mother has agreed to complete some favors (I do not want to know what they are) for the principal, he has agreed to let me in school for the last few weeks to complete the official exams I need to complete in order to qualify me for university.

Anyways, this situation I am in the moment contradicts my first paragraph on how my mother does not want me to go to public school, which I am as of the moment, dreading the people that will stare at me because they've never seen me before. I am personally confused as to why people do this, like chill, I'm a student just like you lot not some sort of pedophillic sloth. Morons.

As soon as I entered the school building, everything seemed normal. Nobody's wearing over-the-top slut outfits and no one's wearing stereotypical shit either. Everyone seems to be minding their own business and wanting to be at this place. I'm not that surprised, movies make everything seem so melodramatic and blow things out of proportion. I may be homeschooled, but I know the difference between fiction and reality.

"Cynthee!" I heard a voice shout. It's my cousin, Ella and her ever-so-loyal gang of friends. We exchanged polite greetings and got back to our own selves in a matter of minutes out of the lack of conversation material. My cousin already knew that I was going to be here to take my university-obligatory exams, so she wasn't that surprised.

Once they turned around the corner, I took notice of an especially loud group of boys laughing and giggling as if they're planning something. I quickly recognized them as the same group of boys I photobombed previously in the mall. Typical shitty luck of mine. Typical.

I decided to act casual while walking past them in order to be inconspicous even though my mind was blowing up like a nuclear bomb explosion inside. I speed-walked all the way to my classroom, quickly taking a seat where my name is written down on a piece of paper and taped on the table. "Just another week of this mess." I mumbled to myself, then sighed.

The rest of the students and supervisors filled in the classroom, and I mentally fist pumped myself when I discovered none of the guys from the group were in my class, but that feeling of euphoria was short-lived because the teacher impatiently started the countdown to finishing this essay and we all quickly got to work.

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