It went crazier and crazier every nano second.
As I was reading The Princess Diaries, the last series, some boys from class (mainly Andrew, the gossip freak) were cackling like witches, except I'm not sure if there are any men witches. But whatever. They did it like it was so 21st century gesture, go around cackling when you see someone reading some book.
Ugh, how bad can this get? I wish the teacher would be actually in this class instead of dozing off from some stupid excuses (ie: having a niece for a stay at her house that caused her migraine and all sorts.) in front of the class, and I can't believe I just said that.
"What's your issue?" Mary asked, her tone crabby. Wow, I would never thought I'd even get rescued from such a lame situation. Mary sat on an empty chair in front of me, and grabbed my book and read it aloud. Okay, fine, I'll admit pretty easily I marvel at the work of Meg Cabot, but if it were to be read aloud to a group of suckers from my best friend, it's kind of, humiliating. Since Mary added the extra texture, going all Mia-Like.
"And I get what you meant yesterday in the phone call," she said turning to me now since the boys got irritated, "about the Mia-like thing, I mean."
I nodded. "So let's just forget about, everything. Deal?" I asked, expecting some handshake or hand jive. She did, return my handshake. And she smiled warmly like she used to, and I just felt warm all over. Then I shook it, and asked her directly, "What's with you and Adam?"
She blew it like some sort of really small topic, "You want some hamburger? I brought some from home. To celebrate our get-back-together." Uh, okay I would like hamburger but I'd wanna ask you this question first.
"What!? I'm asking you a question."
"And we'll prove it to you, okay?"
"Prove what?!"
"You'll see," she gave me this cunning look. Little Miss Shrewd, she is.
*
This is impossible, to be feeling tired. Physically tired, after taunts and insults. I slumped down at a chair in the cafeteria, watching the ceiling as aroma arose. Not as if they're very nice aroma, just, aroma.
And once again, I heard some very colourful four-lettered word thrown at me. Great, just great.
I just shrugged it off, considering how pathetic these people are. Andrew is unbelievable. No, I am unbelievable. How could anyone just randomly say that, it's like admitting you killed someone (figuratively!) when you actually didn't do it. How could anyone, anyone be so dumb.
Oh Oh! I know!
Me.
And anyway, I haven't seen Ian in school the whole day. So how could anyone buy that newsletter anyway? The presence of my blabbermouth has caused no one but me in trouble. I have to set this straight, and maybe work out an explanation or something to why I admitted that. AH, no. I can't just go,
"I needed attention! I wanted Ian. And that's why."
Okay, did I just say that I wanted Ian?! And the second thing is, the girl who actually really smooched Ian, is going to be either humiliated or challenged, since she'd think I'm really and deeply in love with her smooch buddy, or something. Which is way untrue. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now!
"Hold on, what is this you smooching with Ian thing around the school?" Adam said, sitting next to Mary and I in the cafeteria. Our round table sure did have some publicity now, eh?
"Just some crap." I was too tired to explain the whole me-being-stupid thing to him, and it doesn't help to be laughed at a point like this.
"Oh you are sooo dead!" Adam said, sounding like some 4 year old child telling on their siblings what they did wrong.
I gave him this face, "Ohh yayy! Go tell Mummy! I'll be grounded for doing something I never did! WAY TO GO, SLEUTH."
Then he shut up, for good.
"Hey anyway, thanks for supporting me when I was in the drama with Lynette over there." I pointed at her, across from our table, with the other cheerleaders, the populars, and of course, her own netball team. Ugh, look at their caked up make-up. I wonder what'll happen if they actually got depressed from whatever reasons they're supposed to and cried, and the result of their 2 hours in the toilet make up become. They'll look pretty funny, and I bet they'd pass in the CLOWN ACADEMY. IF clowns have a place to learn how to put on a red bulky nose (it isn't even funny!), put on big unmatching shoes (which only proves every one that they have absolutely no taste in fashion) and gives children nightmares. No offence to all clowns out there having the time of their lives, absorbed in their career.
"Whatever." was Adam's reply. I know he was a little, uncomfortable. Talking about him actually helping me in some sort of situation. Must have taken him some guts.
Then as I picked up my spoon to scoop up some unknown food, I could see someone entering the cafeteria from the corner of my eyes. It was Ian, and he didn't look very happy. Why would he be anyway?
The news spreading like wildfire claiming he kissed me, or I kissed him. WHATEVER. Me. Who would in the entire universe/world/earth or even consciousness, would want to smooch me. At the back of the school.
Hello? Doesn't anybody around the school knows I'd be busy waiting for some bus to crawl along with my brother? Or I'd rather be too occupied searching for my brother, in case he got lost or something .(Nah, he just sometimes forget the time, but that statement made me feel a little good.)
Okay, maybe I should just stop talking about this absurd moment. It'll go away. Look at the brighter side, Winnie: You're known! Triple yay!
But Ian's walking towards me, and no, he's not going,
"Hey babe, how's it going?"
No.
He just scorned. And his brows just connected, like a unibrow. It wasn't a funny moment though. I didn't feel much amused to actually break out going, "You looked like you've grown a unibrow a while ago! DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN!" Everything in the cafeteria, and everyone, grew silent.
I really hated what happened after that.
*
As I was reading The Princess Diaries, the last series, some boys from class (mainly Andrew, the gossip freak) were cackling like witches, except I'm not sure if there are any men witches. But whatever. They did it like it was so 21st century gesture, go around cackling when you see someone reading some book.
Ugh, how bad can this get? I wish the teacher would be actually in this class instead of dozing off from some stupid excuses (ie: having a niece for a stay at her house that caused her migraine and all sorts.) in front of the class, and I can't believe I just said that.
"What's your issue?" Mary asked, her tone crabby. Wow, I would never thought I'd even get rescued from such a lame situation. Mary sat on an empty chair in front of me, and grabbed my book and read it aloud. Okay, fine, I'll admit pretty easily I marvel at the work of Meg Cabot, but if it were to be read aloud to a group of suckers from my best friend, it's kind of, humiliating. Since Mary added the extra texture, going all Mia-Like.
"And I get what you meant yesterday in the phone call," she said turning to me now since the boys got irritated, "about the Mia-like thing, I mean."
I nodded. "So let's just forget about, everything. Deal?" I asked, expecting some handshake or hand jive. She did, return my handshake. And she smiled warmly like she used to, and I just felt warm all over. Then I shook it, and asked her directly, "What's with you and Adam?"
She blew it like some sort of really small topic, "You want some hamburger? I brought some from home. To celebrate our get-back-together." Uh, okay I would like hamburger but I'd wanna ask you this question first.
"What!? I'm asking you a question."
"And we'll prove it to you, okay?"
"Prove what?!"
"You'll see," she gave me this cunning look. Little Miss Shrewd, she is.
*
This is impossible, to be feeling tired. Physically tired, after taunts and insults. I slumped down at a chair in the cafeteria, watching the ceiling as aroma arose. Not as if they're very nice aroma, just, aroma.
And once again, I heard some very colourful four-lettered word thrown at me. Great, just great.
I just shrugged it off, considering how pathetic these people are. Andrew is unbelievable. No, I am unbelievable. How could anyone just randomly say that, it's like admitting you killed someone (figuratively!) when you actually didn't do it. How could anyone, anyone be so dumb.
Oh Oh! I know!
Me.
And anyway, I haven't seen Ian in school the whole day. So how could anyone buy that newsletter anyway? The presence of my blabbermouth has caused no one but me in trouble. I have to set this straight, and maybe work out an explanation or something to why I admitted that. AH, no. I can't just go,
"I needed attention! I wanted Ian. And that's why."
Okay, did I just say that I wanted Ian?! And the second thing is, the girl who actually really smooched Ian, is going to be either humiliated or challenged, since she'd think I'm really and deeply in love with her smooch buddy, or something. Which is way untrue. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now!
"Hold on, what is this you smooching with Ian thing around the school?" Adam said, sitting next to Mary and I in the cafeteria. Our round table sure did have some publicity now, eh?
"Just some crap." I was too tired to explain the whole me-being-stupid thing to him, and it doesn't help to be laughed at a point like this.
"Oh you are sooo dead!" Adam said, sounding like some 4 year old child telling on their siblings what they did wrong.
I gave him this face, "Ohh yayy! Go tell Mummy! I'll be grounded for doing something I never did! WAY TO GO, SLEUTH."
Then he shut up, for good.
"Hey anyway, thanks for supporting me when I was in the drama with Lynette over there." I pointed at her, across from our table, with the other cheerleaders, the populars, and of course, her own netball team. Ugh, look at their caked up make-up. I wonder what'll happen if they actually got depressed from whatever reasons they're supposed to and cried, and the result of their 2 hours in the toilet make up become. They'll look pretty funny, and I bet they'd pass in the CLOWN ACADEMY. IF clowns have a place to learn how to put on a red bulky nose (it isn't even funny!), put on big unmatching shoes (which only proves every one that they have absolutely no taste in fashion) and gives children nightmares. No offence to all clowns out there having the time of their lives, absorbed in their career.
"Whatever." was Adam's reply. I know he was a little, uncomfortable. Talking about him actually helping me in some sort of situation. Must have taken him some guts.
Then as I picked up my spoon to scoop up some unknown food, I could see someone entering the cafeteria from the corner of my eyes. It was Ian, and he didn't look very happy. Why would he be anyway?
The news spreading like wildfire claiming he kissed me, or I kissed him. WHATEVER. Me. Who would in the entire universe/world/earth or even consciousness, would want to smooch me. At the back of the school.
Hello? Doesn't anybody around the school knows I'd be busy waiting for some bus to crawl along with my brother? Or I'd rather be too occupied searching for my brother, in case he got lost or something .(Nah, he just sometimes forget the time, but that statement made me feel a little good.)
Okay, maybe I should just stop talking about this absurd moment. It'll go away. Look at the brighter side, Winnie: You're known! Triple yay!
But Ian's walking towards me, and no, he's not going,
"Hey babe, how's it going?"
No.
He just scorned. And his brows just connected, like a unibrow. It wasn't a funny moment though. I didn't feel much amused to actually break out going, "You looked like you've grown a unibrow a while ago! DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN!" Everything in the cafeteria, and everyone, grew silent.
I really hated what happened after that.
*
