I can't stop thinking about what she said, so what the big deal is I'm a senior in high school who's never had sex before. It's not a big deal. So why am I making such a big fucking deal about it. I growl in frustration and put my headphones on blasting some Eminem, while I work out taking my anger out on the weights. It was so bad I work out till nearly the bell rings giving me a few minutes to change.
"Fuck I am going to be late." I say as I'm running to gather what's left of my stuff. Luckily I'm not late, I do run to class but on the way I run straight into Ebony.
"Ow... Watch where you're going you stupid lard." She says.
She doesn't say it in a necessarily mean way, more in a I'm hurt way.
"I'm sorry I'm just in a rush." I gather all her things grabbing this medium sized black plastic box.
"Hey hey hey!!!! Put Raphael down!!!" She freaks and grabs the box from my hand.
"Raphael..?" I ask.
"My clarinet stupid, haven't you ever seen one?" She says a little aggravated brushing off whatever dirk marks I may have caused.
"Uhhh yeah like squidward played from spongebob."
"For your information you uneducated little shit, I play the clarinet, piano, and trumpet." She says proudly.
"So? Anyone can do it, band is easy." I say smugly.
She gives me a state of complete hate and rolls her eyes grabbing her stuff from me and turns and leaves quickly.
"You're welcome!" I shout, as she hurries down the hall.
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Colors
FantasySo you can't see color and neither can anyone else, but when you find your soulmate. You suddenly can see color, like the color of music and everything. But when you ask your Soulmate about the colors. They say "what colors?"
