The Parts of a Feather

Part Three- Afterfeather

The plan that Milo, Jemilia and I managed to come up with was good, flawless almost. It was, however, decided that we not launch it into full motion until a later point in time during the school year when we were accustomed to things. It would be pretty bad if we decided to do this at the start of the year since we'd get labeled as trouble makers, and quite frankly I like my current status as "newbie" thank you very much. I'll have it changed latter on in my life, preferably "the smart kid" or "that one cute chick."

Days went by, and eventually those days turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into months. In those months, however, there was a whole lot going on with both my social and home life. For starters, my mom got a member from some museum of art to invest in some of her paintings. I'm pretty proud of her since she was barely recognized back in Oregon, and ever since we moved here there's been so much turning up for me and my folks. Even my dad got recognized at work and the owner is considering giving him a raise or a promotion. None of us know what it'll be, but anything is good. Even if it was a notion to keep working hard to achieve what his boss mentioned, I know he'll get what he deserves since he's always working hard and is always polite to people. With all the changes going on there, my mom stayed at home more and my dad worked till the mall closed, exhausted but happy. It took a while to get use to my mom being home so much, though, especially after school where I reviewed the basic after school questions and a snack that looked desert like almost.

I usually try and find something sweet after school... I swear, Moms can get into your brain way too easily, especially when they make food healthy but look and taste like a slice of heaven had fallen off God's desert plate. Wish the school food was that good, that's all I'll say.

With school life, it's been interesting to say the least. Mika keeps up her harassment with me staying away from everybody and Jemilia, and I keep up my act of saying that I might not be the "DiAngelo girl" as she called me. Her friends join in on the fights on occasion, but they stay out of it for the most part. It's weird. I can't describe it but somehow they seem almost afraid to join in on the fight. They're comebacks aren't even clever, just repeats of "Fess up!" or "Tell her Mika!" or something short and not all that intelligence. Most of the time they just stand there copying Mika's powerhouse stances like they also owned the school. It's sad really. They want to be like the Mika, and I can tell by their wings that they hated being near her when she approached me. They twitch, droop, tremble, involuntarily flap, everything.

It makes me wish that they didn't have to be so afraid of what would happen if they stood up against Mika and her decisions.

Apart from Mika and her ways to get under my skin, assignments have been a breeze to such an extent that I got an A+ on the first book assignment for English. The whole class including Eli went ballistic. In reality I don't really see why their reaction was like that since I just followed the format that he wanted us to do. Yeah I tossed in some stuff to make it sound good overall, but it's no reason to get all excited or proud over. Milo and Jemilia told me I should since the whole class has been asking me questions on how they should format their papers, if it sounded and read good over all, and if they did a good job summarizing their texts. I told them I'm willing to help them out, but in reality I didn't much like being a centerpiece of knowledge to go to. I can't even get my own work done sometimes and the last entry I did involved staying up all nigh to get it typed up and proofed. I need to be more firm, especially since December is a month for procrastination around the time when break comes around.

Speaking of December, apparently it's the month where every desperate guy and gal try to find a date to go with them to the notorious Winter Formal, or Winter Ball as they put it here. The theme this year was "Winter Wonderland" and everybody's hoping that it'll snow. I know California is a pretty warm place, but let's face it. I can wear my summer clothes while ice skating here, and even then the rink is inside the mall. If they think I'll get hypothermia here, I'll be right at home along with all those other Portland crazies that meander here.