The Arcane Society

Chapter 29

September 21st

School, Tears, and Autumn Season

Sorry for the ungodly long recess. I try to balance school and home.

It's only been three weeks and I'm ready to tear my hair out!! 8th grade just suddenly bombards me with homework every weekend. I'm actually crying as I write this.

Ah yes, my first weeks of school. Two words. Epic. Failure. Here's the gist.

STAR: Seems the teacher likes me. Having him three healthy doses a day actually makes me feel happy. I'm Student Rep and with no alternative, I'm winging everything.

September 14th-Cadet Band: Switching (temporarily) to percussion is like rocket science. Here, let me elaborate the situation.

So, we're getting hands on experience of Marching Band. Oboes can't march. Considering going back to my clarinet would slow down my oboe studies, (different keys and whatnot.) I switched to percussion. And the concentration it takes to play the same rhythm over and over is impossible for me.

September 3rd Theater/Performance: Considering I have a lack of feelings and self-confidence, as of late, I thought Theater would be the perfect self-therapy without everyone constantly worrying over my shoulder. Two things happened.

As soon as I enter the room, I check the seating chart, as I'm the first one there.

Oh. My. God.

My seat is diagonal from The Squirrel. Yes, the same kid who ripped my heart to shreds and pays no attention to my current condition is sitting at my table. Next to him are two girls who are super critical about almost anyone and anything. Gianna, and Taylor.

I sigh sadly, resisting the urge to bang my head against the wall. I instead, give a soft bang on my desk, still enough for some pain, but not of any concern.

The curriculum states that all projects were in groups and I was assigned to Gianna, Taylor, and a girl name Magalia.

We had the idea of a zombie apocalypse and all my attempted ideas were tossed aside. It was clear they wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.

My homework was to learn to scream in sheer terror. I did everything but it only gave me nightmares and made me paranoid and jumpy for two days.

Day of recording, I snapped.

"I refuse to scream. This idea of a program is cliché" I said, annoyed. I had the plan in the morning to boycott my role.

"You cannot refuse. What about Walking Dead? They made 8 millions dollars in merchandise!" Gianna shot back.

"Yeah, MERCHANDISE! What about the actual plot?" I slammed the desk.

"You didn't suggest anything whatsoever." Gianna snapped.

"Objection, of course I did, you guys tossed them all aside!" I could see from the corner of my eye, Magalia was smiling, enjoying my pain. "Are you enjoying this, Magalia?" I hiss. She wipes that stupidly large grin off her face in response. And you do absolutely nothing to help me, thanks a lot, traitor.

"Would you like to fail this assignment?" Taylor said with a sneer. "Let's start the year with an E in the grade book." I think my heart skipped a beat there. I would've counter attacked that too. but they stood up, and went to the teacher.

Oh yeah, I made a promise to Mom and Grandpa. If I'd earn all A's, till the end of college, I become the best lawyer ever. That may seem like childish attempt at a prophecy, but it was near and dear to my heart.