Well I need opinion yet again as to whether or not this sounds and good I need opinions!
Well it’s half a term into my last year of high school and nothing really interesting should be happening. Deadlines that I should have payed attention to have whizzed right past me. Last year this would have concerned me. I would have cared, but things have changed. The only way that I can describe what’s happening to me is, that I’ve been slapped square in the face by a beast called love.
The beast lashed out at me two weeks into the last term of Year Eleven. It started whilst I was sitting in Maths, staring blankly at the question smattered across the board. 1∫▒√x (x+1) 3⁄2=0. Really I couldn’t get how that question could possibly equal zero. And what’s with the letters? This stuff didn’t look like it’s actually going to help me in the long run either. Maths, the most pointless subject in the world.
Back to the point. My teacher started screaming at me for my “lack of enthusiasm and disrespect for the subject of Maths.” Now that I look back on this incident, it was mostly my fault considering that I told her that Maths really is a stupid subject and that pro numerals are really just glorified letters. Our argument over the relevance of Maths was only halted by a sharp knock on the door, followed the screech of “come in” echoed by my classmates and Miss McCausland. She was almost in tears at this point. I think that it was the day that I finally broke her spirit. My principal proceeded to burst through the door, and settled into his favourite superman pose. Poor Miss McCausland could only stand in a stupefied shock.
Mr McGregor is the principal of my rather dreary looking high school and takes it upon himself to attempt to “lighten up our days.” Only problem with this is his inability to actually make any of us laugh. Instead his sense of humour tends to be overlooked and replaced by the terror of his large personage and his ability to suspend us in thirty seconds.
“Good morning class, today you’re getting a special treat. Fresh meat (knowing his usual style it would not have been surprising if he had meant it literally). “His name is Zach. Break him in.” I thought that at this point his sentence would end, but nothing can ever be that simple. “Oh yeah, Sean, show him the ropes. He just so happens to be in every single one of your classes.”
Zach was then thrust through the door by the hulking mass of flesh that just so happens to be Mr McGregor. Zach scurried across the room, trying to avoid eye contact with the amused student population.
He smiled once as he got comfortable in the worn wooden chair next to mine and when the gazes from the others subsided. He slouched down into his chair. He made no sudden movements so that no further attention was paid to him. He looked different to anyone that I have ever seen before. Close to having auburn hair, bright green eyes, slightly freckled complexion and built as if he had been modelled from the statue of David.
He was a transfer student from London, dropped into our town because of his dad’s job as a contractor. The town was slowly being remodelled to “fit in” with the rest of England’s chic yet drabby tone.
“Hi, I’m Zach. Really pleased to meet someone who seems to hate authority as much as me.”
“Oh, so you heard me and...HER?” I hissed. I was still reeling from being dumped with the new kid and realised that my fight with the she-witch was cut short by his arrival.
“Yep, potentially the most amusing fight with a teacher that I have heard in all of my school based days.”
My contempt for his sudden and unappreciated appearance continued for the next few days. It felt like he was stalking me because of our classes. Every time I tried to get away he seemed to pop up. Even my long trudge back to my house would be interrupted.
He lived on the opposite end of my street. Closer to the school. What unheard of bad luck I had. I gathered that I had to have been Genghis Ghan in a past life as nothing seemed to go my way for any sustained period of time.
He settled into the social hierarchy fast. He played his cards right and managed to go from new and nerdy to semi popular within two weeks.
About the same time as Zach became the “king” I received a letter in my locker.
This place is like a prison. The light can only gather through such small breaks in the wall and its bleakness seems to rub into your soul doesn’t it? This is what I am feeling at the very least. I think that this place must have been created as a way to repress creative spirits... If only there weren’t a few of us that are unwilling to give up our freedom of thought.
I have noticed the way you act, the way you think, the way you are and it intrigues me. So far you are the only thing that actually seems interesting here other than the forest that borders our houses.
Well I guess that I should explain the letter writing. At this point in time I can’t be seen talking to you in public. I have an image to uphold, fitting in may suck on the most part but if I want to be able to live here then I’m going to have to put forward some sort of front to keep people off my back.
Don’t worry my dear it won’t be for too long. I have a plan. Hopefully you will also be able to see things my way.
Zach
I had no idea what he was up to and the letter really confused me. It’s not as if we were courting or anything. It’s like he was taking a leaf directly out of a gothic romance.
Zach continued correspondence by letter with me for the next two weeks. I decided to play along with his game though he called me dear and darling a little too much for me to be comfortable.
It may surprise you to know that I actually chose PDHPE as one of my electives. I was young and naive at the time. I manage to come third in my year when I was picking my subjects. I thought, hey this will be a breeze if I can do this now imagine what sort of rank I can end up with by the end of school. Bright eyed but stupid.
I have learnt to regret the choice but figured this sounds like fun lets go for it and I will do my usual disappearing trick and avoid doing any physical activity at all.
Zach’s plan on the other hand ended up giving me no choice but to “get active”.
My teachers name was Mr Williams and he was easily bent by the will of the masses. He believe that if he simply sat back and did nothing he would end up in control.
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 Salt-Encrusted-Servitude · Fri May 08, 2009 @ 05:40am · 0 Comments |
