I see a lot of things everyday, weird, normal, traumatizing things. Things that other people don't usually see. It seems to aleays happen to me, only me. I stumble over weird things on internet and in real life too, i must be cursed. But everytime, it makes me grow, and helps me becoming who i am. At first it was all just little insignificant coincidences, until one day. That day, was a really boring day, i was going to my classes every hour, walking among the other bored students. The lunch bell rang, and as i went to the lockers to get my lunch, i met with my friends and sat at our usual table. We were lucky enough today that no lost first years stole it from us. It was a pretty biring day today, i thought. Usually something interesting happens, like a teacher showing his pinky wand around or a fire set somewhere in the school, or a teacher getting caught by the police for pedophily, or someone dying. It had been some weeks now that nothing ever happened, and i was getting sick of the silence. After i finished eating, i got up and went to the bathroom. This is when things get interesting. A few minutes later i would end this continuous suffering of boredom, and my life would become great and full of surprises again. I made one step, then another, then another again. The last steps of a body containing the heart of a bored poor little girl. At the 19th step, i hesitated to do the 20th as i heard a sound to my left and saw blurred figures, of two bodies in the farrest lockers of the school entrance. I slowly turned my head, now facing the not so blurred figures anymore. They were basically fucking in the red lockers. I was staring in shock at two brown haired boys, one with glasses who were leaning on one side of his face, saying between raspy moans "ohh yes, thats how they do it in japan", then the other guy put his hand on the nerdy boy's mouth saying " shut up Thommy St-Ange " , so that only muffled sounds would be able to get to my ears. He then leaned his head to his left, where i was standing a little further, as he put his free hand on the guy's shoulder, making him back away from less than one inches only. But it was enough for him to understand something out of the gesture, as he turned his head toward me. They both looked at me with teary and exhausted eyes, without stopping what they were doing. Then they broke our eye contact, what felt like a hunder years, and went back to their business as if i never happened. I dont know what got into me, naybe my bored heart was telling me something, but i listened to it anyway, and took a step forward. In their direction. I didnt stop until i reached them, a foot away from their bodies. I lifted my arm, and everything went so fast. A second later, i was with them. The nerdy boy, Thommy, ended up on top of the lockers, while me and the other guy were satisfying him and each other. i dont know how we ended up in this position, and how it was possible to do the act like that, but i knew the nerdy guy was saying japan a lot. He seemed pretty happy of how things were going, of him being on top of the lockers and how it was exactly like the japanese's sexual position. Some minutes later, nerdy boy fell down the lockers and that was our cue. I went back to our table where my friends were, and told them only the less embarrassing part. We ended up meeting in the red lockers about two or three times a week, acting like we didnt know each other the rest of the time. Thommy was a little less good at the acting part although. He was always around me trying to make conversations while i tried my best to ignore him most of the time. I did end up falling for them, but repressed my feelings for a while. Until one day when we were doing our usual business, Thommy asked us if we wanted to go on a date. The date was basically the best moment of my life, i wouldve died happy after it happened. We went to the movies, and i wouldnt be able to tell what happened in it, not even a single scene, since we were occupied the whole time. I never felt that happy, i think i can safely say that the moment our eyes met in the lockers was when my life really started. I never felft bored again, every second of my life after that was not so pure and definitely unholy joy.
