Geek Chic 4

Someone once asked if I liked watching Winnie The Pooh. Well, I don't. No offense to Winnie, which is apparently me, but not exactly - Winnie The Pooh is seriously a bore. Why would Pooh wanna teach toddlers to speak like him.
e.g: "Uhh...well....I...better...g-get...some...honeyy..."
I mean, get real.
I was cycling the next morning before I had to board the bus to school. It was, 5? Yeah, today I felt kind of 'get-out-of-bed-now' sort of feeling. Don't ask me what caused it, must be the cheese for takeover last night.
That reminded me as I cycled around my housing estate, that the trees were growing so rapidly. Maybe as rapid and fast as us, humans. That totally dampened my mood. I am super case-sensitive when it comes to a point of age matter. Like for example, I'm growing and my parents are getting older...and yeah,that sort.
I don't know if I'm the only one but it still sounds kind of ironic. The night was still shades of gray and I could get through the way with the help of the street lamps. I guess everyone was asleep because I could even hear drops of dew dripping from the veils of midnight. Too bad there weren't crickets to sing me a harmony.
Back at home, Mum and Dad must be sleeping soundly because I made my escape route pretty easily. And Adam? Pfft. He doesn't care, anyway. Pizza. Whoa, that word just crept into my mind. I suddenly felt ravenous. I need pizza. The stillness of the night and the smell of the fresh air made me hungrier. It's funny how when the whole world is sleeping, I never felt like I was alone or any sorts. I never felt fear, most of the time, at least.
I cycled back to my own home, parked the bicycle and breathed in the fresh air once more,opened the door and plan to food-search.
* * * *
At about 6, when I finally craved in two slices of pizza, home made and baked by myself, Adam woke up with a thud and came down.
"Whoaaa..." he muttered unconsciously, "I smell food. I smell YOU eating food." he rubbed his eyes.
"Sheesh," I said impatiently, "You're distracting me. I can't concentrate on my cheese.Get lost!" I took the chair I was sitting on and put it in front of him, sat there to avoid his glare. You know, in case, he barged in and snatched my pizza away. You'll never know.
But by any means, boys are still predictable.
"Huh?" he still sounded muffled and weary,"you don't mean to say you called for pizza in the middle of the night, do you?" he walked in front of me, looking at me sternly. "Dad's gonna kill you."
"First of all, it's NOT the middle of the night, it's probably the beginning of the morning," I rolled my eyes, "second: I baked these pizza, and third: Dad won't be killing me just because you wanted one pizza of your own but envied my privilege to actually make one." I took another bite from my pizza, topped with pineapples, and tossed around to face the opposite of Adam's smudged up of probably drool face. "You know, since you're so lazy you need someone to even help you walk to the phone?"
"Whatever, pucker." he said, his voice growing nastier, "Hurry up and finish your home made puke pizza, we needa leave for school."
"Sure." I said, chomping down another slice, "By the way, there's another last slice at the back." My eyes slowly drifting to face his giddy face after a minute of watching my pineapple on my pizza.
"REALLY?!" Adam asked, avidly.
I turned to face at him, "I just wanted to test if you'd favor in my 'homemade puke pizza'. Obviously, you do." I got out of my chair and started laughing loudly. In your face, Adam. Yeesh, he makes me all up up and ready after I humiliate him.
I changed into this new set of clothes mummy bought me. It included this really cute trendy buttoned shirt, which was intended of me to actually wear something inside so I could button it down, black leggings and a short mini-skirt. It sounds kind of normal but all three of them had logos on it. This silver unicorn made of silver thread. Embroidered.
The morning was misty but instead of feeling cold and cuddling beside Adam, I did somersaults into the bus. It showed how elated I was, when I seriously had no idea why.
Even the trip to school wasn't that long anymore. What was it? Few seconds? My heart leapt for joy when I saw the scraped up and deserved to be demolished building, also known as, my school.
Really, what's wrong with me?!
The air was foggy and I hugged myself tighter, my hyperness almost all gone.
I was craving for something, though.
Milkshake.
"Aagh. I need milkshake!" I shouted loud enough not to let the inside of the building hear me. But outside, another different story. Of course everyone thought I was weird, because, come on, who would randomly get back on the bus and get me a milkshake, right?
I would seriously give that dude a hug, though.
Strawberry milkshake. Mmmhh.
Canteen.
Hah, should stuff some stuff in. I walked into the canteen with my hair all over the place. Dark shiny hair. The wind was getting stronger by the minute even when the AC wasn't working and the air from outside swooshed in. I looked around at the food sold. Chicken, fries, drinks, potato wedges,milk.
"Any milkshakes here?" I asked the woman,and she peered at me through her lenses. "Uhh, no...we don't sell em'."
I nodded, still staring at the food. "Not unless, if I took the milk, some ice cream and some strawberries. Preferably add some bananas,huh?" I suggested, taking a leap of faith. Who knows if she'll agree or just dismiss.
She smiled as if she approved. My jaw was open after a few seconds I've realized it, and I shut it close.
"No." She sternly reply, her smile vanished. Sarcasm.
"Okay." I put my hands towards her as if to say 'talk-to-the-hand,woman.' kind of indication. Sarcasm for an old woman frying fries and wedges is intolerable.
Mary came up to me in a second, giving me a jump. "Hey girl!" she cried happily. I turned to face her and smiled. "Heyyy."
I was going to tell her about the whole milkshake and not finding milkshake and the whole sarcasm thingy when I thought, what use would it be?
"So I just bought, like, 2 milkshakes? Buy one free one promo. And I didn't like the strawberry so I was wondering if you'd-"she was saying but I made her cut short, as I looked wide-eyed at her two milkshakes in her hands. I even had an illusion that one of them wrote,'Strawberry specifically for Winnie'.
"Exactly what I need, Mary. How'd you?" I asked, scratching my head and taking the milkshake from her hand without manners.
"Milk co. Outside of the school, Winnie. As if you didn't know." She replied casually. Easy for you to say, I was doing somersaults I missed it! I slurped down the cold substance, traveling into my throat, the mild and tangy flavor of strawberry. No bananas, but that's how close it could get.
"Thanks again," I said,holding my drink up.
* * * *
Today was seriously different, not only did I felt freakishly(when I use the word FREAKISHLY, I emphasize on it.) excited for something totally unknown, school had actually taken a big(or rather slightly big) step. A new teacher, someone who cares, really.
"Heyy. I'm Mrs. Shiffon and I'll be teaching you Maths. For the rest of the year." she said, standing in front of the class. Her classy introduction and fashion killer taste seriously honeyed the class as everyone was well, honeyed. Or stuck to what she was saying. Like for the first time ever, we were SILENT.
Who would have expected that? Is world ending soon?
Then the chattering started. "Ohh cool."
"Wow!"
"She's pretty hot."
One word: Inappropriate.
Anyway, I flipped my Maths book open for her to start teaching. Her golden locks seriously wanted to make me crack up. I would never have pulled it off with locks, but she worked it like it was easy as flapping pancakes on a pan.
Her face was flawless but it was too apparent, make up. It's super skin deep. First time I used it, I wasn't even Winnie. Everyone said I looked pretty, but they didn't know lying is a sin. I looked like a vampire, and make-up makes me seem like I want to suck blood.
Imagine that: Winnie The Vampire.
Winnie The Vampire is sooo much better than Winnie The Pooh.What is a pooh, exactly?
But I don't deny the fact that Pooh is kind of adorable so I take back my words, entirely.
I kind of felt guilty thinking about that because when her eyes locked mine, I scurried and turned my gaze away. Her head wasn't big but her forehead was broad. And her cheekbones were sharp. Nice features, teacher.
I felt happy, still. Maths was actually, okay. For a starter. Don't talk Commerce with me. I would totally just step out of your conversation, rude or not.
At recess, Mary hooped her arm into mine as we walked to our lockers. It actually felt as we've done this since eternity. Which is absurd, yeah I know. But I didn't pull back or go like, "Uhh, you've got the wrong person."
No, no.
We walked to our lockers and wanted to get ready for the next class before going to the cafeteria. My throat felt kind of dry, I wanted water.
"Let's get some drinks." Mary suggested and walk to the drinks stand. I glared at her as she dragged me there, how does she do it?
I turned around when she ordered her Sprite and some weird jelly drink for me. I hope it's not explosive or irritant because the picture on the plastic bottle sure indicated something like, 'Drink at your own risk'. Sure enough, the name was 'Risk'.
At my astonishment, I met someone with familiar hair. Curls. And the back and the small muscles he was trying to grow(unsuccessfully, as we can see). Dame?! I released Mary's grip and practically ran towards the table for two table.
"Winnie?! Winn!" I heard Mary's shrill voice. Don't ever call me Winn. I turned my head over my shoulder to give her a 'gimme a minute' look. She understood and payed the drink for the both of us. That guy turned from his place and yeah, there it was Bebe and Dame.
Dame looked glorious in his new clothes. Rocker style, as always. But today, a little more good-looking. Must be the vibe he's feeling because as he saw me, his jaws dropped from his mouth to his shoulders. (No, i'm kidding.) And he looked as if he's seen God.
"Gosh, Dame. I'm not God." I said jokingly, holding my stomach to avoid laughing cramps. Weird, but today is basically a weird day for me. So what the heck.
"Omg." He said. He seriously said oh em gee. So much for a guy,huh? Bebe just sat there,looking at our reunion. He leaped up and hugged me. "Whooaaa..." I said, almost losing my stand.
They're transferring here, right?