CHAPTER 5: NOT MY TYPICAL DAY

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WELL, readers...I have had a writer's block... and I don't like it..sorry if my upload took a while..

I've been thinking if I should end this story already...cause' really, I'm not the worl'd most romantic person...I'm more of an action-action-adventure-mystery type..

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CHAPTER 5: NOT MY TYPICAL DAY

I walk along the corridors, when a freshman bumped me. His notebooks and books have scattered along the floor.

If this was the old Miranda, I would eventually get peeved, but I restrain myself which is becoming quite easy, all it takes is a huge amount of effort and indulgence. So, I helped him out by picking his notebooks when I’ve seen the weirdest thing.

My name is doodled at the back of his notebook right next to Victoria King-the Barbie girl. There’s some hearts at the background. GROSS!!

I gave him the notebook and he looks quite embarrassed.

WHAT”S WITH HIM??

Right after class, I decided to go at the cafeteria today to get some food and go to the paddock which has now become my secret dwelling place.

People are looking at me. I don’t know what I did this time, but I’m thinking I’ll feel a little gauche. I get some apple and chips and a root beer. I started to walk out of this place when Jeanne, Steph and Aya stopped me. They are sitting at the back row and they signaled me to sit there. I did.

We have some chit-chat. Well. They did. I just listen to their stories about…ME. They told me how I’m now the most popular GIRL in school-which off course isn’t new to me; I have been popular at Lilian when I was studying there. I told them that, but they said that it’s different because I’m popular at Lilian because of me a.k.a. known as a trouble maker and no teacher or girls are gonna admire that.

Here. They said that after the game, I have been known as a cool person-Not exactly the term they used, I have rendered it a little. The teachers, coaches and non-teaching personnel now admires me and the soccer team both girls and boys are dying to make me one of them.

Overnight I have been legendary. I don’t know, but sounds cool. So, that would explain all the looks and the notebook and the weird treatment. A while ago, before I don’t know what was going on, I forgot to mention that when I bought food the student’s in the line make me cut that’s why I get to have my meal real quick and easy.

Well, all-the-popular-wannabe and the ex-popular-kid didn’t like it. They look at me with range.

What is up with that?

Like I care about popularity, all I want to do is get out of this school. So, I excused myself from the table and leave. As I walk, I can feel all eyes on me.

I went to the paddock, and sit at my usual place. Then, I eat and out of monotony I began to play the violin. BTW, I auditioned for the orchestra, my mom is a tremendous fan of classical music and it would make her super happy if I join the orchestra.

I play Jean-Baptiste Accolay - Concerto No. 1 In  A Minor. When I’m done, I opened my eyes and he was there.

He applauds and gave a weird smile.

“Wow, karate master-soccer genius- violin prod. girl. Didn’t get to see that often.” He said with a teasing smile.

“Well, an admired-popular-pervert is one of a kind too.” I reply hastily. “And now, you’re an eavesdropper. Tell me. What would you be next time?” I stopped for a while and added “OH! Let me guess… an alien. Well, not much of a surprise.”

I expected him to be pissed at my insult, but he just laughed. I eyed him surreptitiously and he began to stop.

He walks toward me. For a moment, I think he was graceful.

“Don’t forget that you owe me.” He said

“What? NO. I think you got it the other way around. YOU. OWE. ME.” I say, emphasizing every word to let it sink in his brain.

He smirked “My reputation has been at stake. Did you know that?”

“I DON’T CARE!” I say, while picking up my things.

“Why? Didn’t you like the kiss?”

I stopped walking and felt my cheeks burn. I don’t know what is up with him that makes me shudder all the time.

“My fans didn’t take it too easily about you. You know.” He said again.

I looked back at him and said “Well. I can take care of it all by myself.” And started walking away from him again.

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