a great mess ✔️

TC chap.4

After another series of us being loud and crazy, we finally calmed our self down and actually do our work. We choose to dance and kind of singing as we present this in front of other students, thinking that it is the only way we can make it fun and enjoyable without embarrassing our selves.

"Yes, done!" I yelled happily. Have I told you that I'm actually a '5 years old' that trapped in a 16 years old body? No? Well, now I have.

"Stupid bitch! You're gaining attention" Tristan said, flicking my forehead just like he did to Brad.

"Fuck, that hurts, you asshole!" I said, faking my hurt. It's not even hurt actually, but I would love to pretend.

"Let the drama king put his act up, let's just practise now," Brad said, waving his hand to dismiss me.

Since we're just a bunch of idiots that pretended to be ambitious, none of us raises our finger when the teacher asked who has done. So, in the end, it was another group that contains all the nerd that come out there and present their work. Their so-called creativity was boring as fuck and I hate every second of it.

"Look at G, he's bored to death" Blake whispered not-so-quietly at the other two.

"Can you blame me? Their presentation is boring as hell, what do you expect me to do? Being all happy and faked enjoy it? Hell, no!"

"You can fake passing out, and then go to the medic team's tent and you'll meet J, yay!" Brad suggested, winking his eyes at me.

"Hell no, out of the blue just suddenly pass out with no sign, doesn't make sense!" I refused.

"Well, no one knows when someone gonna pass out," Brad said again.

"It's death, you stupid ass! If someone passes out, there are some signs" I barked again.

"Stupid Brad, if someone gonna pass out they'll show some sign, like; a headache, nausea, throwing up constantly, and-"

"It is a pregnancy symptom, Tristan! Not someone who's going to pass out" I said, sighing heavily at the doofuses in front of me. Is doofuses even a word? No idea, but whatever.

"But, isn't it-"

"Alright, child, that's enough! We better gather up again and go back to the line. They're calling again" Blake being the youngest but somehow also the dad of us, quickly hushed us up and guided us back to the line.

I stand at the end of the line, being the smallest of the four, looking around boredly under the bloody hot sun that shone brightly. I don't even give a damn about what the teachers and scouts member told us since I was too busy cursing here and there because it's hella hot here. The only thing that I caught from them is just one word. Eat.

I was already starving since hours ago, I don't know why since I just ate lots of dim-sum before, but my tummy already aching and begging for more foods now. Blake put his hand on my back, guiding me to make a new line. We were told to make a really long line that stands from 8 groups each, and then they told us to sit down, in the middle of the open field, with the sun shining really brightly on top of us.

Seriously?
Are they insane or are they mad?
They better be kidding because, for real though, are we gonna eat under the hot sun in the middle of the day? Moreover, we sit on nothing but on the freeze up mud surface. What's the use of having a cabin when we were forced to eat here?

The rice box was quick to be handed one by one until it finally reached me. Oh, thank god! I was starving and ready to die in any second if they hold this food any longer. Two spoons later, something suddenly hit me. At first, I thought it was just the pine since we're in a pine forest, but then it hits me again and again and me being the short-temper guy I am, quickly looked up and search for the source of that goddamn pines.