I See Colors | Taegi

eight

During science,
Yoongi makes another mistake
with colors.

   This time, we are looking at the 'Starry Night' paining
   of Vincent van Gogh
   to learn the way people used to illustrate
   the stars.

   One student mentioned how
   the light in the area
   can influence how we see the stars in the sky,
   so the teacher asked Yoongi
   if there's any yellow on the ground
   that can represent the light
   of the city.

  "I don't think there's any yellow."
   Yoongi told her.

   Once again,
   the students all giggle to each other.

   I've learned
   that when multiple students laugh to each other about someone
   they see the person as inferior
   but don't want to tell them to their face
   so they don't get in trouble
   and become inferior as well.

   The teacher only sighs and carries on.

A minor annoyance
ticks within me
   like a lighter.

   I still like astronomy,
   but I'm beginning to like astronomy class
   because of one student's mint voice.

   The bell rings for lunch,
   and I have made sure to pack most of my stuff during class
   so that I can have some extra time.
   I only have to put away my notebook and pencil
   that I use to doodle multiple drawings
   of satellites, rockets, astronauts,
and The Starry Night.

   I stand with my bag holding onto my shoulders
   and look to Yoongi's table,
   closer to the back of the classroom.

He's still putting his things away.
I wave to him to get his attention,
but he doesn't notice.
He looks as if he's thinking about
a theory or secret
that the universe is hiding.

   I want to walk up to him
   and start a conversation,
   but it's only a few minutes apart
   from being impatient
   then getting talked about
   and waiting in the music room
   barely noticed.

   So, I decide to leave to go to the music room.
   I've packed my own lunch,
   and I think I'm going to start doing that more.

   The halls are always loud
   with people talking to each other about everyone
   and shoving each other into lockers.
   I've never understood
   the point they're trying to make.

   I reach the music room and open the door
   like I was finally getting oxygen
   after being locked in a room
   with CS gas.

   I place my bag on the side of one of the chairs
   that are away from the instruments,
   and begin eating my lunch
   of rice, chicken, and a salad.

   While I eat,
   I hear one of the doors open.
   Excitement floods my inner world
   and I look at the door,
   expecting Yoongi to be standing there.

   But the person standing there
   is definitely not Yoongi.