Forgotten Words

Chapter 4

I was walking to school as usual, and in my mind, all I can think about was that table I saw yesterday. Her life seems more happier and cheerful compared to mine. Probably, my life needs improvement and cheering to do, but I love my life. I’m not popular, but I have nice friends. I’m not rich, but I have what I need. I may not be liked, but I know that I am loved. School was a block away, but I want to turn back and see that table again. I don’t know why, but that table has a lot of sentimental value to me. I just kept walking straight to school and every two to three minutes i would look back. When I arrived at school, pain struck inside my body. I stared everyone around me. I can see people sharing secrets with each other, laughing together, and smiling at each other. And here I am, walking alone. People sometimes stare at me because of how I look. I always wore a jacket and inside it, there would always be a colored shirt. I hated my skin. My skin is very dry and every time someone rubs against it, they would look at me and say, “Your skin is very prickly!” or “You better put lotion on that skin!” I also have greasy hair that makes everyone want to say “Eww!” or “You better wash that hair!” It really hurts inside that everyone hates my genetics. Neither my mom or dad has it, but why me? I just went to class and sat next to the most annoying kid in school. His name was Robert. He teased and bullied me everything there’s no adult around. If there was an adult, he would whisper in my ears or make faces and hand gestures at me. Did I care? Not really. His words didn’t affect me.

 

“Hey butthead, where’s your homework.” he looked at me as if he wanted to give revenge on me.

 

“There was no homework.” I gave a dirty look and rolled my eyes on him.

 

“Okay class, you and your partner next to you are working together for this project.” Mrs. Lou walking down the classroom.

 

“What!?” I looked at Robert and saw that he had his jaw down. He looked at me back and stuck his tongue out. I gave him the same expression and looked at Mrs. Lou.

 

“On this project, you and your partner will have to come up with an idea of making the Earth a better place.” 

 

Im doing this project with the worst partner in the whole universe I thought. How am I suppose to come up with an idea with him? Well, we always don’t get what we wanted, but its Robert! He’s irresponsible, lazy, and the exact opposite of me. I sighed and looked out the window next to me. I can see the sky blue as always and tress blowing in one side. Next to the trees was Mr. Bush, who was our school janitor. He was always there to clean up our messes and watches over us if he needs to. He always had this face that looked like he didn’t like his job. If he didn’t like being a janitor, why is he even one? I continued looking out the windows and saw Mr. Bush waving his hand to me. I waved and smiled back at him. What makes Mr. Bush stand out to me the most was his mustache. It was very bushy and every time he tried to talk, I can see it flap everywhere. Sometimes I see people laughing and teasing at him, but I told them to stop because it wasn’t nice at all. To me Mr. Bush is the friendliest person I know in school. He made me laugh and even cry sometimes in a good way. We sometimes share our stories and make each other smile, just the way I like it.