The Desultory Brain of Me

Dreams of a Major Nerd ~ Murder Scene V

A/N Uhhhhhh..... yeah so this is really weird....... and it's not really done yet. I realized I left out a lot......

Dreams of a Major Nerd ~ Murder Scene V

"Aujourd'hui, vous avez trouvez votre cahier d'activities. Maintenent, organiser votre livres et trouvez un stylo et un feuille de papier," Madame Sexton, the tiny little French teacher, commanded. As tiny as she was, she was terrifying in her own way. As the class hurried to obey, I caught sight of her and her stupid, bushy blonde head and immediately anger flared up. Gripping my stylo tightly, I closed my French book and pulled out a sheet of paper from my purple binder. What I wouldn't do to give that stupid, bratty ugh a piece of my mind.

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After school, I had band rehearsal until four thirty. However, my friends and I left the band room at four twenty-five extremely angry.

"That was so unfair!" Elaina screeched outside at the bus stop. "We didn't even do anything wrong, it was the rhythm section that was stupid!" she looked like she was about to pull her hair out. Our band director, Dr. Inapir, had dismissed us five minutes ago with the words "You know what, if you guys aren't going to work hard, then you might as well just quit. Just go home. All of you."

"I know!" Catherine huffed on the other side of Elaina. "Stupid guitars and their stupidness," she mumbled. "And the french horns were doing so well!"

"I'm sorry guys, it was my fault," Elizabeth, who played piano in the rhythm section, moaned sadly. "The other piano player stopped playing so I thought we were supposed to stop." She was the youngest of us all, and right now she looked miserable.

"It wasn't all your fault. It was the guitar's. That girl Diana and that ginger guy," Emerson consoled her, but at the mention of the ginger guy, we perked up.

"The ginger guy was really cute though," Elaina whined as we giggled nodded in agreement. Emerson rolled his eyes.

"Really guys? Really?" he asked, completely exasperated. As the group laughed, I spotted an annoyingly familiar stupid, bushy blonde ugh walking down the street alone.

"Hey guys, I'm not gonna ride the bus today," I muttered absently as I slung my heavy backpack over my shoulder. A chorus of why not?'s and ok, bye!'s followed me as I walked towards the stupid, bushy blonde ugh.  

I followed her for a couple of blocks, my legs and back growing more and more tired, until she got to a fairly popular after school hangout: The Arcade. It wasn't actually an arcade with twenty-five cent video games, it was more of a large alley lined with little trinket shops and cafes. As it was close to our downtown high school, lots of kids liked to go there after school.

McKenzie, the stupid, bushy blonde ugh, sat down at a little table in front of a dingy coffee shop (all the stores in the Arcade were kind of run down) and began to do homework alone. I set down my flute case and backpack at a table a dozen feet away.

"Hey McKenzie, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked sweetly. She looked up, surprised to see me.

"Um, sure," she complied.

"Can you come with me?" I requested. Her expression became confused.

"Uh, why?" she asked in that annoyingly superior voice of hers. Fighting the urge to just punch her in the nose and be done with it, I just smiled and said I had to show her something as well. McKenzie eventually gave in, especially with the promise of me treating her to some ice cream later. I led her down a dark alley, turning down a few dark alleys leading off of it with my hand firmly grasping her arm the entire time, until we finally were so deep in that there was no way anyone would find, see, or hear us.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped, tearing her arm out of my hand. I grinned.

"Oh, nothing. Just, you know, doing what nerds do," I said casually with a chuckle. McKenzie relaxed a little.

"Um, okay then, cuz you know, I was like is she gonna murder me or something, lol," she smiled uncertainly. I almost punched her. Who actually said "lol" in actual conversation? Instead, I carefully drew out a knife. McKenzie, bless her little about-to-stop-beating heart, paled and nearly screamed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she screeched.

"Uh, I don't know, maybe kill you, like you so cleverly guessed?" I said sarcastically. She was an idiot.

"You can't kill me," she protested dumbly, and I felt another streak of irritation.

"I can kill you," I snapped, my grammar nazi kicking in, "but you're supposed to say 'you may not kill me.'"

"Well, you'll go to jail," she stuttered, backing up against the alley wall.

"True, but if I let you go now, I would go to jail for nothing, whereas if I killed you, I would go to jail feeling accomplished. See the difference?" She stared at me blankly. I sighed.

"Whatever. Not like understanding will help you in Hell," I muttered, stepping towards her, knife outstretched.

"Wait, waitwaitwait," she slurred. "At least tell me why."

"That, my friend," I grinned, "is the smartest thing you've said in your whole life." She glared at me, indignant.

"I've said plently of smart stuff," she protested dumbly. "Like, in the sixth grade, I said something so smart my teacher just sat there speechless." I waved my knife in her face, effectively shutting her up.

"That is compelelty irrelevant," I hissed. "You, Mrs. I'll-do-it-all-because-you'll-just-mess-it-up, screwed up our history project, earning me a sixty. Do you realize how much that dropped my GPA?" I screeched at her. "And if you had just lowered your ego a little bit and accepted the fact that you suck at everything, I could have done that project perfectly and we would have all gotten hundreds!"

"Dude, chill. It's not that big of a deal," McKenzie wrinkled her nose as me. "What's wrong with you?"

"What wrong with me," I sighed, "is my grade in History! You daft, blonde bimbo dropped my grade by four points! It went from a ninety-nine to a freaking ninety-five!" I began to shriek, extremely deranged. "That dropped my average from a ninety-nine point one to a ninety-eight point seven!"

I lunged at her.

She screamed as the blood poured from her chest.

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"I think I did all right," I sighed, turning my attention away from the stupid, bushy blonde ugh as she continued on her way down the street and back to the conversation among my friends. "I messed up a little on measure a hundred and two though." Nerds would be nerds, but daydreams would stay daydreams.