It was a Sunday.
I got back home at last, with much of coaxing from mummy since I was still kind of pissed off at Adam and his lousiness in being a macho. Oh wait, he was never one.
It was raining heavily as the drops hammered on the windshield, blocking my mum's view when driving. I sat behind, keeping quiet. I didn't even bother to rustle. It was big-time now, anyway.
"Winnie...," my mum started, sounding tired and frustrated, "I know sometimes you see your brother as uhh..."
"A girl?" I completed her sentence barely without thinking. It was a fact anyway. "Yeah, but at some point you're wrong - I always see him as a girl."
She rolled her eyes and started coughing, "Okay fine. If that's the case, I don't think we should talk right now since you're not really respecting me here."
I looked at her bluntly, looking stupid. What was I supposed to do? This thing is so twisted, it's like it came up from this famous yet ridiculous author, writing the books. And I'm simultaneously living it it.
I folded my arms and mumbled a 'whatever' to my mum. She kept her eyes in a straight stare, focusing hard from the thick rain. It was rough, I could tell. Outside the window, the road was flooding. It was a hard rain, the floor was treacherously wet and slippery. Our car could just flip down any second if mum didn't pay much attention. In front, mum stopped at a heavy jam. Darn it, I thought. This could take eternal, as if staying in the car with my mum wasn't enough. If only she would listen to me.
I popped a bubblegum into my mouth as I waited for the line to move. Mum started drowsing off. I didn't have to say any word, I just popped that bubblegum and that POP! wakes my mum up.
We reached home at about 9 at night, when the whole house was lighted except my room. I slammed the door as I walked into my room, and landed straight on my bed. I knew the tears would be streaming down but I held it back. It was seriously NOT a reason to cry, at all! So why am I trying so hard?
* * * *
I didn't eat at dinner. The food was cold, as if I'd disappear so much that they forgot to heat it up for me.
"Don't take so much of your time next time," Dad commented, pushing his chair aside after finishing his meal. I slobbed some mashed potatoes in and some radish in, and the rest? You bet, I threw it.
I know, I was being the most ungrateful and obnoxious daughter on earth by now. But who cared? My family members showed no signs of exasperation or whatsoever. As I was scraping off the remains of my meal, I decided that to get my parent's attention, I needed to grab hold of it. That's when I realized this game I was playing without me even knowing, and that I knew it wasn't going to be smooth.
I had to play anyway. To prove that I'm not the always wrong one, and to prove that Adam sucked.
I smiled as Adam walked in, looking a little afraid after the whole incident. "I'm..." he started, and his voice trailed off.
"You're such a girl." I completed that easy four letter sentence, left the plate on the sink with a crash (I think I must have broken it, but then good! It adds to the whole attention seeking thing.) and walked out. Leaving my brother speechless. Or my sister, either way.
I might just add that I might not be his sister after all, it is feasible either he or I were adopted.
* * * *
The next day which was a school day, I didn't really know what plan I had to come out with. You know, to attract attention. At breakfast, I stuffed down 2 slices of french toast and had insulted Adam by saying he needed some kind of extraordinary shrink. It wasn't on purpose, but my mum stormed me out of the house. Adam didn't give in on any comments, like I expected him to, but he just looked glumly at his french toast. What was seriously wrong with that guy?
I didn't catch the bus because that would have to mean sitting with Adam, and I took the long mile walk. When I couldn't take in anymore, I grab a bus from somewhere not nearby my house to go for a direct destination to school. I couldn't believe mum would THROW me out!
I jumped out of the bus and frantically looked for Mary, not knowing why either. Has she suddenly become one of my best friend?! It really is funny.
And then it hit me, we weren't really in good terms. I started skidding through my mind for every possible reason why I've been acting like this so far. I saw her pacing at the foyer and walked up to her.
"Before you wanna throw a pinata at me, I'm sorry for acting like I did. I mean, I really didn't want to but...you know...," I blurted it all out. She just acted like this hyped up five year girl jumping around saying, "It's cool!"
I stared at her,wide-eyed. What's cool? "Uhhm, what's wrong with you?" I asked rather flatly. She shrugged, "Nothing. Just happy to see you."
I smiled sweetly at her.
When another topic popped up in my head and my mouth was ordering my brain to open and talk about it, someone knocked me down suddenly and I felt the air whoosh out of me and then I felt nothing except the stabbing pain in my chest as I've fallen face-down.
"OWWWHHH!" I shouted, catching attention.
"Whoops, twice now already." someone said. I looked up and saw Ian. "Oh it's you." I said, sounding icy. I didn't mean to, trust me. But I didn't want to look desperate. I looked around, ALL the boys in my school doesn't even have a heart to come up to me or even greet me? And I have this amazing guy in front of me. And what am I doing? Yeah, you know. I crawled up and tried real hard not to wrap my chest for that excruciating pain still poking me.
"Whaaat? Am I such an eye sore?" Ian whined and frowned slightly. I didn't know how to react. Should I say yes or what? "No, just that it hurts." I rubbed the wrong part he knocked on to put some emphasize on it. He parted away and glanced back once more and mouthed, "I owe you one. Big-time."
It just crept all across my face, a smile, I mean.
I remembered the sparkle in his hazel eyes. That beautiful macho smile. And yeah, I melted. WAIT A SECOND. I had 'Wake me up with water' all across my face. Since when have I told myself he's gonna be 'The One' to be? At least for now, I mean.
The assembly started as normal, boredom boredom and more boredom. The classes were bad except for Maths. Because you know why, too.
And Music was awesome. Our Music teacher, Ms Lee brought us into the music room where she called Tune Boom. And then she boomed us with all the latest song which I hear so often in my room and adore sooo sooo much! 'Thunder' from Boys Like Girls played from the big amplifiers and Colbie Caillat's streamed after. It was hard to believe it was even school!
At break time, I took up a job for the school's newsletter editor. Yes, I can write well. Right after all that, my schedule was fully packed with two interviews for the week and all that needs to be followed. Good, keep my mind distracted and occupied.
I dragged break time because they don't really serve this A-List food here. Not that I mind, but well...something in this school can do a little change. Just today, my friend from my class, Stephanie , had her lockers scraped. And we didn't even know who did it, for plain fun, it could be. And there won't be any replacements of lockers EVEN if your locker was totally banged up.
I grab a seat next to Mary and my new gang of friends. Some which were really smart but not particularly considered as nerds, some really cool and some really really odd ones. They shoot people with marshmallows, and pick them up and lick em' all through, and then feed em' to the fish.
Yes, yes I know.
I was chatting with them about my passion for writing when Ian showed up beside me, serving me this tray of good food from I-don't-know-where. "Whaaat?" I pointed at that beef turkey all over the plate. Coleslaw and well, good stuff.
"Is that?" Mary pointed along. "Good stuff?"
"Yes," Ian nodded proudly. "Yes it is. And it's ONLY for this lady here who deserves this fine thingy." I guess he didn't know how to call it as a term. I blushed, super hard, like the extreme hardest!
Everyone ooohed at me. "Oh Em Gee?" I was still stunned.
"Come on! Eat it. And I guarantee it isn't poisonous or anything. I just wanna make it up to you." He said, shoving the tray.
How could I resist, right?
Remember when I said I wasn't gonna fall for someone? Not now, at least? I think, it's gone all the way around...
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Geek Chic 9
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