Have you ever loved something so much that it became an embarrassment? I have that problem. See, I basically love Lord of the Rings, Star Trek and Star Wars and can practically recite every line of every episode. Not to mention studying is my high topic of fun for me. (I’m not a nerd; I’m a level 9 Warlord!) Which coming from any other normal person’s perspective is quite odd. Alright, it’s kinda pathetic. Okay, it’s really pathetic.
I have this other problem. I’m in freaking love with Coulter Parks. The Goth, the Emo…the ‘other’ freak like me. Except for one tiny weenie problem; he’s popular and has the whole damn school at his feet. Not me though, it’s never me.
I don’t quite understand how someone so different from everyone else can have everyone at his command with a twitch of his finger. But then, he can control four of the five elements (fire, water, earth, air); which sucks for me, considering the fact that I control the fifth. Spirit.
I have this other huge problem. Of course, it includes Coulter Parks.
I broke his leg.
I didn’t mean to. It’s not my fault I had to fall down a flight of stairs and happened to run into him…which inevitably caused his knee to snap. I was hurt too! But no one even cared then either. And seriously, the Healer was easily able to fix it.
It couldn’t have been that painful. Only like you’re leg is on fire and is charring to pieces while you have no movement whatsoever and your fingers break in the process of squeezing them so tight. Yeah, not that painful.
“Rory Castello! Pay attention and please don’t try to eat the candle wax,” Mrs. Peereson pleaded with the slow talk that is saved for two year olds. I’m not retarded; I just so happened to be mindlessly staring up at the dripping wax with my mouth open, because it was…cool…. We’ve all had that problem right? So I couldn’t exactly conjure up enough Power to create the tiniest flicker of a flame on my candle. Big deal!
Just then, with the bad timing that all villains have, Veronica De Crille walked in with her ‘assistant’ Gigi Moore. More like slut in training. But I just don’t believe in labeling like that. HA! Joking. It’s really not an insult if it’s a fact.
“Awww Rory. Its okay, we all know you’re just stupid. Eating glue obviously doesn’t seem to be a problem for the mentally retarded,” she sneered, her cake face almost dripping with hate. The thing that sucks though is that she really is beautiful, just with all the makeup it adds layers and layers and layers of gunk; and it doesn’t all add up well. Kinda like an onion. They may taste good to some, but in the end, all they really do is tear you up to the point to suffocation.
“What was that? I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” I asked stupidly, widening my eyes.
She looked at me strangely and leaned forward, her basketball boobs falling out like melons. “I SAID: you’re stupid. Normal people don’t eat wax,” she said slowly, enunciating every syllable.
“Pardon?”
Gigi rolled her eyes and sniggered. Veronica looked at her and they laughed; it was more like shrieking but if you covered your ears there wasn’t much of a difference.
“You’re STUPID!!! Not. Normal,” she repeated, slower this time, making weird faces with every movement of her mouth, not to mention her butt was shaking. C’mon, this isn’t Strip Class 101.
Gigi giggled, her blonde ringlets shaking slightly, almost like she heard my joke and was going along with it because she can’t tell the difference between an insult and compliment.
We’d caught most the attention of the class and some were staring. But then, Veronica’s butt was practically falling out of her mini-skirt as she bent closer to my face, so I could understand the staring.
“Come again?” I turned my head toward her, with my hand cupped around my ear.
“You eeeeat waaax and are stuuuupid.” Her tongue was flapping like mad with every slur and her mouth widening dramatically. Not a pretty picture. Unless you were thinking oral.
“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not the one talking like the mentally inept,” I told her, pointing my finger and waving it in her nose.
Someone laughed.
And just like all bloodsucking leeches that they are, the teacher walked in the classroom, with Coulter Parks in tow.
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