Rhea (When the desert met the sky)

I don't like them innocent.

                     "So tight."

                    "Push it harder, doofus."

                     "Goddamn !"

                     "Holy Shit !"

                     "Whoo hoo !"

                       The entire school population looked either horrified or were in hysterics as students and staff walked behind us. And we might have traumatised a few freshman.

                     First day of senior year couldn't get any better.

                     And no, I haven't done anything freaky. It's just my friend Biggie making inhuman noises while trying to open my locker which sounds like a snippet of a porn movie.

                  So I pretend I do not see.

                  "Reeves. Your locker's uptight as my step-dad's butt !"

                  Guys got daddy issues. It's "no Biggie."

                  "Just leave it !" I whispered.

                 "But you did try your locker combination, didn't you ?"

                  "How many times do I have to tell you ? Yes. I did. And......" I dragged out, "It got stuck."

                    Biggie tried to lighten up the mood, "You know what? I can use my laser eyes or...." He wriggled his pretty much non existent eyebrows in epiphany, "I could use my big, thick ...."

                   "BIGGIE !"

                   He threw his hands on air mockingly "Hands! Woman, I was gonna say hands. Geez! You sound like my mama !"

                   "Screw this. I've gotta submit my AP Bio class form in like ten minutes and this stupid locker isn't  magically opening right now."

                   Next thing I know, I might jump from a cliff and die but I might need a plate of Briyani to carry out all the physical work ie. walking and jumping. And I don't have the money and energy for that.

                  So killing myself is a big no.

                  Suddenly, the bell shrilled, making everyone march and skedaddle towards their classes.

                   "Reeves, I really wanna help you but I've got AP Cal in like a minute and you know about Meryl.", he staggered as he threw his maroon bag over his shoulder blade and started to run.

                      Ms. Meryl Statham is one of the oldest and the most experienced teachers in the school. That woman with her old-school creme-white blouse, grey pencil skirt and her silver moon glasses, puts Dolores Umbridge to shame. Your notebook would be probably flying towards my twin aka the trash can if you didn't finish her pop-quiz on time. And I've heard that her wedgies are quite famous.

                         But she wasn't used to be like this. She was all smiles three years ago. She lost all her happiness when her husband and town councillor, slept with one of her students. So, actually I feel bad for her. But having Biggie scream due to Meryl's wedgie doesn't really sound great either.

                          With a heavy heart, I breathed in and said, "Alright. I'll take care of it. You better leave."

                          "I'll include you in my will after I die from Meryl's butt-smack. Gotta breeze. Mwah...", he blew kisses in the air as he ran.