The World around us

My Day Of Disappointment

I walked down the school hallyways, they had a grey tinge, but the grey was so old that it had old bits of rust and whatever other crap people had left before they kissed Lorinda High School goodbye. Gloria's rough hair then smacked me in the face

"Then we went fishing and we caught the biggest Trout i had ever seen, then we-" I interrupted her as I knew she wouldn't stop.

"That's enough Gloria." I told her as she gasped and stuck out her bottom lip, she gave me the impression of an angry pug.

"How rude. So anyway we began to set up the tent..." I just disconnected her from the world and  thought to myself in the silence I put myself in. Why do we live in this world? Do we just follow the same cycle of events and hope we end up happy, or is it just the never-ending explanations that people seem to crave? The world is always, who, what, when, where, how. But never why? How come?  Is it just we don't  stop to think or just the fact that we always want , Priest's agree with me, so do scientists but the rest of the world is just blank?

 I had plenty of time to think, if you didn't realise by now, I'm pretty lonely. Gloria is less of a friend but more of a hungry stray dog, they follow you around until you take sympathy and feed  it, take it home, and make it look normal. I am more of an acquaintance to Gloria anyway, I mean she doesn't take as much care in her appearance as I do, but she look's like any 8th grader from Lorinda High School. She had a freckle filled face to the point they were almost connected into a massive ginger skinned face, her hair was loosely spread across her shoulders and choppy with thick clumps of fur sticking out like mountains for lice. Her other body appearances included, a grotty green dress that she wore every day, worn out Nikes that had more holes than swiss cheese, fingernails that had 2-3 week old nail polish and long red pants with coffee stains through them. I was different, I preferred sky blue long sleeved shirt with thin yellow buttons that kept it together, I also preferred black trousers with blue sport shoes that had a small hole in the tip of the thick lacing over the many days I had worn them.

"- That concludes my weekend, what about you Lachie?" Gloria asked with her bottom lip still in the same pug position. I thought about the question as it snapped me back into reality.

"Nothing, just the usual." I responded to Gloria as she nodded her head and just commented.

"What philosophising, that's your usual." she mocked with a tiny smirk.

"It's not the usual, I just tend to think." I argued even though I knew she would just always try to win.

"Fine, just keep philosophising." Gloria raised her hands in a sign of surrender, "Just saying you would make a great punch holster.", I felt warmed by her complement, but this wasn't Gloria. Or even a complement.

"What do you want?" I asked her as she gave a cackle like a witch and I realised what she meant.

"Crap, The School dance!" I called into the unknown people who stared at me with confused look's and returned to their lockers, this dance was everything if you wanted a form of popularity. It wasn't the dates (though Gloria had one, I mean what world is this where Gloria gets a date). But it was the: dancing, the conversation's, and most importantly what you wore and who you hung out with. I had none of that, but my parents believed that 'I could grow a larger social group.' Yeah right!