Bumping into a stranger should follow some simple etiquettes. Both parties shall hence apologize to thy opposing partner and bygone shall be bygones.
Yeah, fuck that etiquette.
I had just recently learnt a bloodfest was about to begin because Annabelle was ready to enter this school and she will without a doubt, 100% try and murder me for answers. Mary had just straight up lied about proceeding to do any business with me and even gave me a horrible reputation when one of her stooges came to meet me with my already lonely state.
Yep, life is really filling me love and aspirations at this moment. To make matters better, some asshole bumped into me and suddenly called me trash despite him having the equal problem of bumping into me and all that together was able to just completely piss me off.
I would've complacently accepted being a little dummy for people to thrown their punches but at this point, everything feels like it's the beginning of an apocalypse with some budget villains and random hostility that makes no sense.
Preparing my totally well written and thought out barrage of insults that was ready to be fired at this stranger: "..."
Is what I wanted to happen but no words could escape from my mouth once I took a careful look at the stranger's face that seemed familiar. Short black hair and a friendly smile to strike the heart's of women while provoking the jealousy of every competing guy. A glowing aura filled with life and happiness to make the people around him relaxed but eyes that seemed suited for giving comfort was now glaring at me with hatred.
He was slightly taller than me and his name was Jeremy. Guilt emptied my brain of any response that I could make to his hatred, leaving me to just stay quiet and leave. That was really all I could do, hang my head low and ignore whatever catastrophe is ready to begin with all of the ties I severed in middle school returning.
Returning back into the classroom, the attention gathered was much more of a nuisance and did nothing to appease my bad day. My day just seemed to just get better and better with all of this trouble and bad news smiting my head.
Nothing could make this worse, right?
The bell soon rang to signify the end of break but as soon as the teacher entered class, mind you, this was during the afternoon and half the classes had already passed so the following words made no sense to me: "Class, you may have heard rumors of a new student transferring."
HOLD ON, there are too many red flags that I don't understand. People already knew that there was a transfer student? Why do they know this? How? How come I never get to know this… besides being alone at the back of the class. This is unfair.
And the most worrying part, Annabelle couldn't actually be willing to bribe the teachers to know which class I'm in, right? Worry, anger and a type of unnerving gloom were building up inside of me but I wasn't willing to let Annabelle see those type of expressions again.
Regaining my calm and preparing myself to face a tinge of fear while staring daggers at Annabelle, I realize that the new student had already appeared. Black hair tied into a ponytail, leaning towards the side that was held together with a red string and thin framed glasses that highlighted the girl's unusual amber eyes.
Wait… that isn't Annabelle.
Before I could even question whether Annabelle was playing some sick joke by changing her appearance, using colored eye contacts or trying out a new hairstyle, the girl had already introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Cindy…"
The rest seemed to have blanked out in my head at the realization that this person was 100% not Annabelle. Was Mary lying? She did imply that she was paid to say that, so it could suggest that Annabelle wasn't actually here right now but she would definitely be arriving in the future.
Annabelle wouldn't bother trying to play out a sick joke like this and instead act like a creeping snake by starting off as a shy woman. It was impossible to find her acting like such a straightforward person who wouldn't even stutter.
All those hyped up emotions, preparing to fight off against a person I have mixed feelings about was built up for no reason. I wanted to take out these emotions on something but that felt unreasonable and troublesome. Without an outlet, I just wanted to sleep it off, I might be able to pay more attention if I'm starting to get interested in finance.
Listening to some peaceful music to try and relax myself, I slowly descended into a world of sleep but I felt something tap on my head. It was probably a fly that was buzzing around me which was why I flung my hand to try and swat it away from my body and I felt my hand hitting something.
I am so skilled! Except the fly repeatedly came over to annoy me and I responded by swatting it but I felt a heavy thud on my head. When did a fly become so strong? Exiting from my nap, I look up to see a pissed off woman smacking me with a rolled up piece of paper.
Wha-why? What happened to the guy sitting in front of me that covered my sleeping stance from the teacher? Surveying the room for a quick instant, the man moved away to some distant seat, far away from where he usually sat and I understood why. Because that guy with a bad posture came to get me because of Mary, everyone's starting to give me bad looks.
Well, fuck you… If I knew your name I would insult it so badly, yeah, I should probably memorize my classmates' names.
I was already in a bad mood and at this point, I don't care about having a bad reputation anymore and tried being passive aggressive like an asshole. Snatching the paper off the girl, I then continued my sleep.
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