How dare they use my own logic against me. I pouted, but then forgot about it as we entered the hall and got shoved around, even more, by running, screaming kids. To me, it seemed like if there was a shooter, or murderer, or me one no sleep, multiple shots of espresso, and with a knife, that nothing would change. Like legit, people run up and down the halls like a... frikin... and I forgot what I was doing.
Who am I, why am I here? Thoughts often thought about by general populace. And there I stood, in the middle of the hall, looking like a freaking idiot (no change there). This type of things happens a lot, and I never. EVER. get used to it. To summarize, imagine you're doing something and forget what you were doing, where you are, e.c.t. You also often can't seem to figure it out, so you get really confused and walk away, then later get yelled at for not doing the laundry or something. It's kinda like the doorway affect, but worse.
One of my 'favorite', sarcasm much intended, symptoms of ADHD. Well, un-medicated, I don't take the meds unless I need to, like studying for the PSAT's or the SAT's, they cause too many unnecessary to write about, and boring issues.
And there I go again, hyper focusing on this, if only someone out there wasn't a crap writer. Now I don't just look like a idiot, now I look like a lunatic, standing in the middle of the hall, staring at the wall. And I wasn't awoken from my mental slumber, till a kid slammed into my shoulder.
Few here are overly dramatic, we ain't no mean girls. 'Sorry, excuse me' saves us from further conversation.
It was more crowded then I would have thought though, considering it was the last day. They must be on our same mental track, though most should be leaving by lunch, right? I mean, what loser would want to stay here all day? Only a true dismal failure of life would do such a thing.
Ah, there I was, sitting in seventh period. I was actually the only kid here, so me and the teacher, my favorite one by far, Mr. Azul were chatting and hanging out. He's cool, He's not the kind to send me to the principals office for pointing at a picture of him and his boyfriend, after being told to find x. Mostly cause he's an English teacher and also because I wouldn't say that to him, like I said, he's cool.
"Ah, Khloi, I wanted to give you these before you left!" He said, hopping out of his chair as if just remembering. I turned and looked at him curiously. He approached his desk and pulled out two bejeweled compasses.
"These are for you and your brother.' He handed them to me. "To keep you from getting lost."
(And so the real action begins owo)
YOU ARE READING
I can write a story, not a title
HumorWhen siblings, Khloi and Ethan find two magic compasses they decide to spend their unfilled summer following it, along with their best friend June who hops in along the way. Chaos ensues
