So there I was,my junior year in high school,thinking of what I wanted to be in life as my Psychology teacher rambled on in his I-think-I'm-funny way.I could be a doctor-but I hated school as it was,I wouldnt be able to put up with the crap collage had to offer.I could have a child and be a mother,but I never did like changing diapers...so it was a delema I couldnt solve untill the bell seemed to signal something in my mind,something intence and diffrent-as I had so strived to be.
I hadnt very many friends,it being only the first two weeks in this school so at lunch I was sitting there alone at a round table reading again. My bento box was filled with delisious dishes and my eyes were barely skimming the page as I sighed.It was so noicey there but I could hear someone walking towards my table and then sitting the metal tray down there infront of me.I looked over my book and tilted my head a little-it was a football player,great! He gave me a nod and I rolled my eyes,this seemed to get his attention."Is there something wrong with me sitting here?"
I wanted to just tell him yes of course there is now go eat protein in the wieghtroom like you jocks do and go away! But my voice remained inside of me and I shrugged,going back to my book. The Ivory Prince was the book I was reading,by a very unknown author.An uncommon book to read in this school so when he askedwhat I was reading it didnt strike me as odd."The Ivory Prince."
"Oh,how far have you gotten? Looks really good."He took another bite of his food and I raised my brow,definatly offending him.
"You can read?"My words came out more harsh and wrong then I meant them to,but he didnt know that and he gave me a look like he would tear my head off it didnt mean him going to jail.I stumbled through my next sentence."I didnt..mean it like that.What I-I meant to say was that I didnt know many of the jocks actually read things....other then titty mags."
He burst out laughing and I turned scarlet,packing my things and getting up,not listening to him as he asked where I was going and I went to the library.What right did he have to laugh at me?! Why did he laugh at all,what about my embarracement was funny? Why did I even get embarraced in the firstplace,it wasnt like I had anything to be ashamed of!This was turning into an interesting day indeed.
I heard books shuffling beside me and he was back! I looked up and turned red."Are you aware it is illegal to stalk people?"
"Yeah.But you wont tell now will you?"He winked at me and I burried my face in my book,again pretending he was annoying but I was starting to like his smart-a** attitude.
 Gothic Marionette of Sand · Sun Sep 06, 2009 @ 12:04am · 0 Comments |
