Our school is nothing sort of special. Honestly, if you ask me, it is nothing at all. It is a joke in the name of education.
The building stands tall with the arrogance of an old know-it- all twit. On the top of the middle building shines Diamond Academy Valley Park School in bright white on wooden board. Gates are as tall as sky, well, because they do want to keep your lovely second home safe and sound with you in it. There are three main buildings on the premises preceded by two big grounds on both sides of pathway. On the right it's usually boys playing football and on the left it's either boys playing cricket or volleyball. Sometimes kids do track practice on the grounds too, but not much, most of us are stuffed as heck here. One thing I actually liked about my school was the numerousness of the trees aligning the cemented asphalt. Something even more fascinating than everything about them was the fact that during storms, one or two trees would almost always fall and cut the electric wires of power supply and then school would be closed for a day or two. But now, after our principal changed, they had all trees cut down and planted flowers instead of them. I mean I don't hate flowers or anything like that, but when you walk past huge number of miss-matched bright colored and strongly smelling flowers,all of those fantasies having any kind of flowers in them just flow out of the window. Now I just plainly don't like flowers. Like it literally becomes harder to breathe during the pollen seasons for me due to my allergies to pollen and that strong ass smell of flowers.
On the way to my class with an empty mind, I'm attacked from behind into a huge hug resulting in me loosing my balance and hitting my head on sidewall. Perfect.
" Shit dude I'm sorry. You know now that only the one's who love us truly can hurt us too." Billie joked.
" How the heck did you not know that I was right behind you? " Malvolia, my attacker/hugger from behind, asked me audaciously.
" Because I didn't complete the rituals of my black magic voodoo stuff today. Hence, loosing the powers to predict the unpredictable, Mal " I deadpanned. It wasn't that unpredictable since she was the tallest and strongest and never left an opportunity to prove that to us.
" Okay, now we're all past the accident which we all are sorry for, what do you want to do now ?" Mal asked while not feeling sorry at all. My poor head still hurts.
"um, go to strip club and dance naked on every girl there and then we can just fuck off from the face of Earth? IT'S A FUDGING SCHOOL DAY MAL WHAT THE HECK CAN WE DO OTHER THAN GOING TO CLASSES AND SEE THOSE TOADS WHOLE DAY ?" I exclaimed.
" And you would have known that we have three free periods today as some teachers are absent, had you let me finish " she said calmly. Almost too calmly.
Well, that does make my episode a little embarrassing. A heck lot embarrassing, actually.
Wait, on the second note,that meant
"we only have two working periods today?" I asked happily. Childlike and innocent happiness is so underrated.
"actually , bae , English will not also happen today. So I don't think you should be too much happy. " Mal smirks.
No.
No.
No.
No.
The only thing that happens to keep me sane for the whole day is English. I love the teacher and everything about her. She's so inspirational and amazing. If she were in politics, then she'd dominate the whole country with ease. She's one of those teachers who are actually passionate about their subjects and teaching too. She knows everything about everything.
I'd honestly miss her today and till I see her tomorrow.
"what else have we got now for the day ?" Billie enquired
" chemistry and maths " Mal laughed harder looking at me.
Kill me now someone please.
I hate chemistry and my maths teacher hates me.
Yes, I would love to take the tickets for the exit route to hell please.
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