Temporarily Geek

Chapter 9: Hello there Munchkin'

Dedicated to @PurpleUnicorn525 because her comment made my day. x

“You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Faith has cursed you.            –Euripides”

Chapter 9: Hello there Munchkin’ 

“Everyday is a compromise.

If this is the low, I’m looking for the high.

High, high.

Just it close your eyes without the loitering high high.” 

I snorted at the cheerful song lyrics and the happy music blasting through my earphones. No, don’t get me wrong; I didn’t have any problems with the music, the lyrics or the band; in fact, I really enjoyed Young Rising Sons and their work. Besides, this song was my occasional jam in the car with my friends.

Correction: Serene’s friends. 

However, the reason towards my snorting and colourful swearing could be easily summed up into a word which holds horrible cafeteria food, crowded washrooms filled with students taking mirror selfies, busy corridors and Hell all in one location: School.

 As I sat in the middle row of the school bus in a bland shirt and a pair of black jeans, my eyes closed and earphones stuffed as deep into my ear canal as it can get. Exhaustion and fatigue slowing crawling up my skin and took over every single one of my cells.

I should have known doing a nighttime photo shoot on a Sunday night was a bad idea, but I couldn’t blow them off, especially when this was going to be on the front cover of Teen Vogue magazine. I felt like a zombie; hugging my jacket closer to my body, I shifted around the thankfully empty seat and unlocked my phone, skipping the song.

A familiar soft melody had started playing after my hand left the skip button and sighed in content. 45 minutes until we reach school, plenty of time to doze off.

There and then, I suddenly felt insanely guilty to High Rising Sons for skipping their song but then I couldn’t help that I wasn’t a morning person and only got like 4 hours of sleep last night.

Or the fact that people in my school were assholes.

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The bus drove into the school parking lot at exactly 7:45 a.m., which gave me a perfect view of a car filled parking lot. Only a few parking spots were left at the further end because apparently, almost everyone drove to school as they thought that riding the school bus was too ‘mainstream’ and was a threat to their perfect, popular reputation.

And people wonder why global warming was happening.

Hopping off the bus, I felt slightly less zombie-like and wiped the imaginary drool off my face, combing a hand through my hair whilst thanking the 54 year old lady who drove the bus along the way.

I slowly made my way towards the entrance, my Dr. Marten boots crunching the dried autumn leaves below my feet. Some from behind rushed past me and towards the courtyard or entrance to find their friends and probably gush over how amazing their weekend was. I even saw a few girls squealing and hugging each other as if they have been separated for decades.  

Walking past the football field and into the school always made my stomach clench in nervousness and my hands to get all clammy. Anxiety. It always got the best of me; I wasn’t used to people glancing at me as if I walked by, even if it was only for a few seconds; I always would quicken my pace and nearly sprinted to my locker, my back against the world.