90's Blazed

chapter six: tick tock

I sat there in the principle's office waiting for her to get off the phone the day after I found out Ricki wasn't dead. I had lost my nut at my teacher for making sexist remarks about how woman deserve to make less money then men. That disgusting pig. He sent me here and now I guess I'm here.
This room must've been years old. It still has drawings from kids with with dates six years ago. There was also pictures of graduations, including the year I moved here which was four years ago.
I scanned the pictures trying to look for me or anyone I can remember in general.
I found a picture of me on the left, that awkwardly has my arm swung around Ricki and next to her, Johno holding his medal in both hands. Probably so it would look like his hands were full, so he wouldn't look as awkward as I did with my arm around Ricki. We all look so young, I mean we weren't like six years old we were like twelve but compared to us now, we look so young.
I wanted to piss my pants and roll around on the floor and wonder how the boy with the shit haircut managed to stay attractive from day one, all that happened from then on to Johno was he grew his hair longer and his jaw and cheek bones became more noticeable. Ricki still looks the same too, thankfully I don't. That was my first ever year at a brand new school and I'd only really got to know them for a couple of weeks. That was the only photo any of us were in, so I looked back a year to see if I could find anyone I knew.
Mainly just pictures of people I don't recognise, smiling kids proudly holding up medals and certificates, with there parents holding their kids shoulders.
There were two kids kissing, so I got closer to see who it was and it was Ricki and Johno.
I didn't shit my self and have an automatic heart brake, because this was five years ago. It was just kind of weird that none of them ever bothered to tell me. But it didn't matter at all because Ricki was my friend and Johno was mine now.
It's so scary how time changes so quickly, and even scarier how time goes too fast. And even scarier that your just constantly running out of it.
The principle called my name.
I snatched the picture of the three of us and prepared my self for a massive speech on not arguing with the teacher, in which I did not give two shits about.