Song: The Hype
Artist: Twenty One Pilots
Friday, September 11
A week of school had gone by, and at this point, everything was back to normal again. We even got a new student who had arrived 5 days ago. Her name was Emilia. She was a bit timid at first. Ms Venn thanked us for helping her settle in so quickly, so she made us cookies. They were awesome.
It was time for us to present our 3 things to describe ourselves. And because I was such a nervous wreck, and a last minute person, I had to improvise all my lines because my brain decided that it was a great idea to forget everything at the last second.
"Alright Chael, you're up." Our teacher pointed to the front of the class. I just got up and walked to the desk that held the projector and fumbled from there.
"Hey, uhm. My name is Chael, as you can tell. Let's, uh, talk about my name and origin. My parents came from China. I know, Raider isn't a common Chinese last name, and it really has no meaning behind it. Or at least, my parent's don't want to tell me the story behind it. My name, Chael, means heavenly messenger. I, uh, don't really like my name, nor do I hate it, so I guess I'm just neutral when it comes down to whether or not I like it." I trail off awkwardly. Everybody is staring at me with such bored eyes, it's making me self-conscious.
"I write. Sometimes. I've written some poetry, but I mainly focus of books. It's a hobby I picked up in grade 5... Writing keeps me motivated, so I keep going..." I stand there awkwardly, thinking of what to say next. My mouth just opens and closes like a dying fish, unsure of myself.
"How many books have you written?" Ms Venn gives me something to think about.
"I've written 4 books, two of which are finished, and the other 2 are still in the works." I fiddle with my fingers, squeezing them as I regulate myself.
"The last thing I've chosen to define myself is my sexuality. As you could probably tell, I am not straight. I'm actually pansexual. No, that does not mean I'm attracted to pots and pans, heavens no. It means that I am attracted to anybody, regardless of gender, unlike bisexuals, who are only attracted to both men and women." I glare a Ryze, who starts snickering at the back. He raises his hand to ask a question.
"Yes, Ryze?" I ask.
"Does that mean I get to call you Peter Pan-"
"No." I cut him off. He pouts and slouches in his seat. Everybody laughs.
"What were some of your influences?" Ms Venn tapped her pen against the pad a paper she was using to jot down notes.
"Ah, well. My parents were a big influence on me. They were always going on about how I had to marry a man, preferably rich. But, why did it have to be a man? I mean, no offence men, but you guys can't even get your priorities straight. I think I've also know that I wasn't straight for a very long time, I just tried to deny it." I explain. Ms Venn nods, and smiles at me.
My presentation is over, and I sit back down in my seat with a sigh of relief. It's Margaret's turn next. I don't pay attention, and I fiddle around with a pen in the desk. Everybody starts clapping after her presentation is done, which startles me, since I was already falling asleep in the chair.
"Anybody else still need to go? If you don't tell me now and I find out that you haven't presented, you're going to end up with a big fat 0 on this project." Nobody raised their hand. Our teacher just shrugged and scribbled something down onto the notepad.
The bell rung and everybody scrambled out of the room, running to their lockers. Margaret, Bella, Ryze, Aiden and I were the last ones to get out, after Ms Venn screamed for us to go. The door shut behind us, and that was it.
The air cut through my skin like a razor blade. It wasn't too cold outside, but the weather wasn't exactly warm today either.
I sat against the wall of the school, watching the clouds pass by slowly as the wind blew strands of stray hair into my face. A figure sat beside me, watching the sky pass as well. It was the new girl, Emilia.
"You like watching the sky too?" I asked her? She made a puzzled face and pushed her thick black framed glasses up her nose.
"It's not the worse thing I could do during recess. I barely know anybody here." I roll my eyes and prop my face onto my knee.
"Go make some then. They don't bite. At least the majority of them are too afraid too." The girl stared at me with curiosity and wonder. She got up and left. The recess bell rung, and it was time to head back in.
We had math next, which wasn't too bad. The 7th graders were unbelievably noisy while waiting for their part of the lesson. We were given homework and set off to work. Ms Venn had given us permission to branch off into groups, so long as we were quiet enough for her to teach the lesson. Of course, all the smart people were all socializing with their friends and slaking off with their work, claiming that they'd finish it in 10 minutes and would rather do it later. Not like I cared. They could go drown in a river filled with papers and numbers.
"Chael~! Are you done yet?" Kaitlyn poked her head over my shoulder. I blinked and stared hard at the last question in the heavy textbook.
"Yeah, I'm on the last question. What's up?" I turned around to see her kneeling me. She waved a piece of paper in my face.
"I'll talk to you as soon as you're done that last question. Hurry up!" I sighed and returned to solving the problem. It took me 5 minutes to work it all out, and I shoved my work into my desk.
"About time, I was getting bored just watching your face switch from confused to angry." I smacked her on the arm in a playful manner. She, in return, stuck her tongue out at me.
"Did you finish your resume?" Kaitlyn asked me, waving a folded piece of paper in my face. My mind went blank.
"My resume? For what?" I asked. She exhaled rather loudly, and the 7th graders along with Ms Venn stared at us. I chuckled nervously as we both apologized. I could feel eyes burning into my back, as our teacher continued teaching.
"For the student council, dummy! Don't tell me you forgot that the hand-in date was today!" My brain clicked the pieces together, and I pulled out my resume. It was completed with messy writing all over the place.
During lunch, we stopped by Mr. Adler's room to hand in the resumes, which he would then look at when he had the time and motivation to do so. I headed home for lunch, where there would be nobody waiting for me.
I guess they were busy.
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