I missed talking to Mary.
She was the only one I could confide in for my stupid, indescribable, totally-nobody-would-do-that-sorta thing problem with.
And now all I'm left is, myself. I still couldn't believe I told Andrew I smooched him, though I could swear (not that i actually do) I didn't. I'd be too afraid to.
Andrew just profusely jot down the notes with his pencil into his small orange notepad. "C'mon, you know you wanna make it public."
He shot me this coaxing look that I thought I was going to puke looking at it. But I know I've gone too far admitting some crap I've not done, so I just shut my mouth.
"No, I don't wanna make it public."
*
After the class, Geo was next. We had a substitute teacher, Ms. Roselind. She's a bummer. She stops all teenager activities and she just oppress to any teen-like material. Not that it had anything to do with her, so we all don't really like her.
She told us that since our teacher was absent and after a long explanation of useless information such as why our real teacher wasn't here, she handed us 2 sheets of pop quiz paper to be filled up within 60 minutes.
Suddenly, it's like the subjects had all gone from teaching in class, to quizzes from A-Z. And besides juggling all these drama, I barely had time to concentrate. What's more straining is that my brain is doing questions I didn't know of.
I know, this is so unlikely me to not know anything and lose focus.
After about everything, Ms. Roselind asked to see me personally. Well, as far as I've been here, I haven't been handed any detention slip, or any extra meeting with the teacher or whatsoever. So I really didn't know what was going on. Everyone left after the bell rang, and I stepped up to Ms. Roselind who was marking the papers, wearing her ancient glasses.
"Winnie, right?" she asked, looking from the rim of her glasses. I nodded my head and pushed a chair opposite of hers.
"I checked your quizzes,and you seem to be the worst in class," she said, sounding concerned. My mouth automatically dropped open," but no worries, I'll keep it private. But you'll have to stay back every Monday. I'll need to recap you with all these work." she continued.
"Sure, thanks Ms. Roselind." I said, thanks a lot.
*
Great, not only have I
Seriously, a tuition for Geo? I'd rather brush up my skills my own.
Ohh, and she said she'd be including a lot more than Geo, because she had the initiative to find out my advancement in my other subjects. Thus, she found out I was neither good in ANY subject, so there you go: she'll be madder knowing that, because I'm practically flunking everything.Well maybe except Domestic Science and Music but, you know what I mean.
I didn't care, I had to make one thing right at least.
Sometimes, I actually wished I had more drama in my life, to actually screw me up to think I'm such an ungrateful girl right now. At least my relationship with my family isn't that rocky now.
As I'm saying this to myself, or more likely cussing, Adam and I were sitting on a bench nearby the school waiting for the same ol' late bus to come along.
"So how are you and," he cleared his throat, "Mary?"
I looked up from looking at my shoes. "We're still ice. Since when did you care?'
He stayed silent for a while, and then he had an outburst.
"SINCE SHE SLAPPED ME!?
That girl is crazy.
Do you know what happened?! SHE ASKED ME FOR A DATE."
She WHAT?
I was so dumb because that was what I was going to say, instead, I choked. And I wasn't even drinking anything.
"That's great?"
He shook his head, "the worse thing is, I think I actually like her."
Now it's crossed the line.
*
In the bus, we were still continuing our talk.
"You like her? That's great, right? I mean, since when have you actually had someone liking you? Back in the 90's?" I asked, hoping my face wasn't as retarded and demented and full of confusion as I hope it seem. I'm bemused.He didn't buy it, of course.
"You're nuts. I have people liking me, since I was in the 7th grade." he tried to compromise with this truth of mine.
"Oh yeah? EXCLUDING that weird girl, that said she liked your sense of humour. WHICH was a lie, she only liked you because you'd bake her cupcakes every single day." I laughed, remembering those days.
Adam was so vulnerable, even back then, he'd tell me everything.
See what's the consequences? I get back at you.
"Oh yeah? Explain..." he tried to think, "explain...Buffy!" he spat.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" I asked, filled with amusement. "It was a fanmail reply,dope! She'd probably wrote that to everyone who sent her a mail, girl or boy."
What did it say again? Wait, let me think. Oh yes!
Dearest (there was a line here and it printed out Adam's name) Adam:
Thanks for the mail! I totally appreciated it.
:)
Thanks for liking my character, Buffy, in the movie(even though he never added, 'I like your character'). If you were in it, I'd like you too!
Thanks for the fan mail again, and no worries, I've got it kept under my bed! (Yeah, right.)
See you next time, and I'll spare you; even if you turned out to BE a vampire.
Loves; Buf. (what a cutie, isn't she?)
Seriously, Adam went jumping and screaming like a girl meeting Jesse McCartney or Leonardo DiCaprio(I'm so into him, though some people say he's passe. But you know, people like these, set trends.) He jumped up and down on my favourite couch, which thanks to him, got spoil and soon after, got thrown out. One of the reasons I treat him so badly.
I never forgot that day, neither did he. For different reasons, of course.
Back to the point:He blushed, so openly, I felt like I was going to burst out laughing, rolling onto the floor. But I know the bus driver would probably open the bus door and kick me out, for good. So I spared that chance. Maybe in another bus, yeah.
"SHUT UP!" He shouted in a whisper. "But what I mean is, if she really likes me back, then I'm doomed. I don't know how to like somebody. And y'know, girls are so..." he squinted, "committed."
"Yes." I nodded in pride, "and we're also very vain. So she'd need make-up, toys, cards and et cetera to make her happy. And that's not all, if you ever break her heart, you'd have to spend your whole allowance just to see her lit up."
Maybe I was going too far, but I really didn't know if Mary dating Adam was such a brilliant idea...Not that I'm against it or anything...I think.
"Whoa, that's just over the top. Maybe it's just you, Winnie."
I raised my arm up, giving him a cue to apologize or not he'd be seeing a slap mark spread all over his face. THEN he'd be sorry.
"Okay Okay! Sheesh, women these days. Super sensitive."
At home during dinner, I settled into a small gown Mum had recently bought me after I really recuperated from that falling incident.
"That looks so nice on you," Mum gleamed, "I really didn't make a mistake."
Of course she didn't, I said I wanted it. It was just her money, but I didn't want to start an arguement. Dad was coming home, and Adam was still upstairs. Doing don't-know-what. "Thanks mum," was all I said.
I went up the stairs and knocked at Adam's door, "Dinner." I called out.
No response.
Hmp, respect or no respect, I flung the door open.
"Hey knock, wouldja?" he asked, as if he's been on flame the past decade. Or maybe it's just me, as always. He was on a phone, omg.
"Who's on the other line?" I asked, my hands on my hips, as I asked for a very reasonable explanation.
"OH NO, it's just my weird sis." he said into the phone.
"Ugh, her." I heard the other line. She was loud enough for anyone to hear, actually. Was that Mary?!
I snatched the phone away from him and held it in my ears as she continued to rant about me,
"she's so, ugh. I can't believe she hasn't told me she was on a date with Ian, too!" and it continued.
Oh thank Goodness Adam didn't hear that.
Must be that Andrew behind all this. Anyway, back at the scene, I hung up on her, whether she'd care to think her future-boyfriend hung up on her, or she'd just be so super duperly depressed she'd cut this whole going-to-be-blooming relationship an end - just because I hung up on her.
People like her can get overly depressed, and overly crazy.
Adam scrambled out of his bed and shouted at me, as if I were a dog.
"EXCUSE ME." I begged his pardon, did he just call me...a b*t**?
"And you!" I pointed at him furiously. Because I stand on my principles: which is not to swear as I'm a very devouted Christian, I defiantly cried out, "You stop being a smug, you don't know her that much! And more importantly, I'm sorry for her --because she doesn't even know you that much, to how a big stupid beefy jerk you are!"
"Save it," he replied as I walked out of the door grumpily, "all your doomy doomy complaints. And lose that dress, it's jang!"
Jang!?
"It's a gown, cow!"
*
She was the only one I could confide in for my stupid, indescribable, totally-nobody-would-do-that-sorta thing problem with.
And now all I'm left is, myself. I still couldn't believe I told Andrew I smooched him, though I could swear (not that i actually do) I didn't. I'd be too afraid to.
Andrew just profusely jot down the notes with his pencil into his small orange notepad. "C'mon, you know you wanna make it public."
He shot me this coaxing look that I thought I was going to puke looking at it. But I know I've gone too far admitting some crap I've not done, so I just shut my mouth.
"No, I don't wanna make it public."
*
After the class, Geo was next. We had a substitute teacher, Ms. Roselind. She's a bummer. She stops all teenager activities and she just oppress to any teen-like material. Not that it had anything to do with her, so we all don't really like her.
She told us that since our teacher was absent and after a long explanation of useless information such as why our real teacher wasn't here, she handed us 2 sheets of pop quiz paper to be filled up within 60 minutes.
Suddenly, it's like the subjects had all gone from teaching in class, to quizzes from A-Z. And besides juggling all these drama, I barely had time to concentrate. What's more straining is that my brain is doing questions I didn't know of.
I know, this is so unlikely me to not know anything and lose focus.
After about everything, Ms. Roselind asked to see me personally. Well, as far as I've been here, I haven't been handed any detention slip, or any extra meeting with the teacher or whatsoever. So I really didn't know what was going on. Everyone left after the bell rang, and I stepped up to Ms. Roselind who was marking the papers, wearing her ancient glasses.
"Winnie, right?" she asked, looking from the rim of her glasses. I nodded my head and pushed a chair opposite of hers.
"I checked your quizzes,and you seem to be the worst in class," she said, sounding concerned. My mouth automatically dropped open," but no worries, I'll keep it private. But you'll have to stay back every Monday. I'll need to recap you with all these work." she continued.
"Sure, thanks Ms. Roselind." I said, thanks a lot.
*
Great, not only have I
- made a mistake by telling Andrew an absolute lie
- Still not making up with Mary
- AND confused about Ian
Seriously, a tuition for Geo? I'd rather brush up my skills my own.
Ohh, and she said she'd be including a lot more than Geo, because she had the initiative to find out my advancement in my other subjects. Thus, she found out I was neither good in ANY subject, so there you go: she'll be madder knowing that, because I'm practically flunking everything.Well maybe except Domestic Science and Music but, you know what I mean.
I didn't care, I had to make one thing right at least.
Sometimes, I actually wished I had more drama in my life, to actually screw me up to think I'm such an ungrateful girl right now. At least my relationship with my family isn't that rocky now.
As I'm saying this to myself, or more likely cussing, Adam and I were sitting on a bench nearby the school waiting for the same ol' late bus to come along.
"So how are you and," he cleared his throat, "Mary?"
I looked up from looking at my shoes. "We're still ice. Since when did you care?'
He stayed silent for a while, and then he had an outburst.
"SINCE SHE SLAPPED ME!?
That girl is crazy.
Do you know what happened?! SHE ASKED ME FOR A DATE."
She WHAT?
I was so dumb because that was what I was going to say, instead, I choked. And I wasn't even drinking anything.
"That's great?"
He shook his head, "the worse thing is, I think I actually like her."
Now it's crossed the line.
*
In the bus, we were still continuing our talk.
"You like her? That's great, right? I mean, since when have you actually had someone liking you? Back in the 90's?" I asked, hoping my face wasn't as retarded and demented and full of confusion as I hope it seem. I'm bemused.He didn't buy it, of course.
"You're nuts. I have people liking me, since I was in the 7th grade." he tried to compromise with this truth of mine.
"Oh yeah? EXCLUDING that weird girl, that said she liked your sense of humour. WHICH was a lie, she only liked you because you'd bake her cupcakes every single day." I laughed, remembering those days.
Adam was so vulnerable, even back then, he'd tell me everything.
See what's the consequences? I get back at you.
"Oh yeah? Explain..." he tried to think, "explain...Buffy!" he spat.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" I asked, filled with amusement. "It was a fanmail reply,dope! She'd probably wrote that to everyone who sent her a mail, girl or boy."
What did it say again? Wait, let me think. Oh yes!
Dearest (there was a line here and it printed out Adam's name) Adam:
Thanks for the mail! I totally appreciated it.
:)
Thanks for liking my character, Buffy, in the movie(even though he never added, 'I like your character'). If you were in it, I'd like you too!
Thanks for the fan mail again, and no worries, I've got it kept under my bed! (Yeah, right.)
See you next time, and I'll spare you; even if you turned out to BE a vampire.
Loves; Buf. (what a cutie, isn't she?)
Seriously, Adam went jumping and screaming like a girl meeting Jesse McCartney or Leonardo DiCaprio(I'm so into him, though some people say he's passe. But you know, people like these, set trends.) He jumped up and down on my favourite couch, which thanks to him, got spoil and soon after, got thrown out. One of the reasons I treat him so badly.
I never forgot that day, neither did he. For different reasons, of course.
Back to the point:He blushed, so openly, I felt like I was going to burst out laughing, rolling onto the floor. But I know the bus driver would probably open the bus door and kick me out, for good. So I spared that chance. Maybe in another bus, yeah.
"SHUT UP!" He shouted in a whisper. "But what I mean is, if she really likes me back, then I'm doomed. I don't know how to like somebody. And y'know, girls are so..." he squinted, "committed."
"Yes." I nodded in pride, "and we're also very vain. So she'd need make-up, toys, cards and et cetera to make her happy. And that's not all, if you ever break her heart, you'd have to spend your whole allowance just to see her lit up."
Maybe I was going too far, but I really didn't know if Mary dating Adam was such a brilliant idea...Not that I'm against it or anything...I think.
"Whoa, that's just over the top. Maybe it's just you, Winnie."
I raised my arm up, giving him a cue to apologize or not he'd be seeing a slap mark spread all over his face. THEN he'd be sorry.
"Okay Okay! Sheesh, women these days. Super sensitive."
At home during dinner, I settled into a small gown Mum had recently bought me after I really recuperated from that falling incident.
"That looks so nice on you," Mum gleamed, "I really didn't make a mistake."
Of course she didn't, I said I wanted it. It was just her money, but I didn't want to start an arguement. Dad was coming home, and Adam was still upstairs. Doing don't-know-what. "Thanks mum," was all I said.
I went up the stairs and knocked at Adam's door, "Dinner." I called out.
No response.
Hmp, respect or no respect, I flung the door open.
"Hey knock, wouldja?" he asked, as if he's been on flame the past decade. Or maybe it's just me, as always. He was on a phone, omg.
"Who's on the other line?" I asked, my hands on my hips, as I asked for a very reasonable explanation.
"OH NO, it's just my weird sis." he said into the phone.
"Ugh, her." I heard the other line. She was loud enough for anyone to hear, actually. Was that Mary?!
I snatched the phone away from him and held it in my ears as she continued to rant about me,
"she's so, ugh. I can't believe she hasn't told me she was on a date with Ian, too!" and it continued.
Oh thank Goodness Adam didn't hear that.
Must be that Andrew behind all this. Anyway, back at the scene, I hung up on her, whether she'd care to think her future-boyfriend hung up on her, or she'd just be so super duperly depressed she'd cut this whole going-to-be-blooming relationship an end - just because I hung up on her.
People like her can get overly depressed, and overly crazy.
Adam scrambled out of his bed and shouted at me, as if I were a dog.
"EXCUSE ME." I begged his pardon, did he just call me...a b*t**?
"And you!" I pointed at him furiously. Because I stand on my principles: which is not to swear as I'm a very devouted Christian, I defiantly cried out, "You stop being a smug, you don't know her that much! And more importantly, I'm sorry for her --because she doesn't even know you that much, to how a big stupid beefy jerk you are!"
"Save it," he replied as I walked out of the door grumpily, "all your doomy doomy complaints. And lose that dress, it's jang!"
Jang!?
"It's a gown, cow!"
*
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