Different But Broken

Chapter 2 • Apples and Potatoes

(02/06/2016)

"So you mean..." Alex said trailing off.

"Yep." Dylan said frankly.

"He's joking right?" Jaden by the time that they remembered that I was there, I was reading my book this time without my earphones.

"No he's telling the truth, why don't you believe him?" I asked.

I hate it when people do this.

"No, it's just..." Jaden trailed off. I saw him turning to Jordan mouthing 'help me'.

"Nope, you put yourself into this, so you're going to get yourself out." Jordan said blankly while throwing his hands up in defeat.

"It's just that he is, well was the MVP in basketball at our previous school. And you are kinda tiny." Jaden scratched his head.

"Dude!" Jordan hit the back of Jaden's head, "You don't say those type of things out aloud to girls."

Alex and Dylan just sat there laughing.

Jaden gave Alex and Dylan a death glare. "What I meant to say is you're not short, but you're not tall either."Jaden corrected

"So may I ask, what does height have to do with skill?" I asked while putting my book down on the table. I looked at Jaden straight in the eye waiting for his answer.

"Hey, hey, I let you shoot most of the baskets. I was just a little stiff." Dylan stated.

"Really?" Alex scoffed, "Because, you remember that one basketball match when you played with a sprained ankle?"

Dylan glared at Alex for a moment until the bell rang. I got my stuff as quickly as I could, and left, but before I left I did a small motion with my hand to signal that I was bidding them farewell. I heard a chorus of 'byes'

My next subject was English. I walked into the class and sat at the back. Our teacher, Ms Kingsley, came into the class.

The second she entered I heard a few whoops. I then rolled my eyes, just because she has an amazing body, doesn't mean that she is a nice person.

If only they knew the truth about her. But even if they did, they would still fall for her...
Stupid idiots.

I looked at her in disgust and she returned the favour. The class flew by and I never really noticed that people were moving out.

School ended early because there was a teachers meeting that usually ended late at night.

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Luckily this year, school started on a Thursday. I walked out of school and took a walk to the nearby café, Better Days.

When I entered, I entered with a smile, because this café just had that type of effect on me.

It just had a homey feeling, you know.

The walls were a cream white colour and the floors had a checkerboard pattern, black and white of course. They tables were wood and the table cloths had pictures of music artists. The main table was black and brown.

On the right side of the café, there is a stage where people can perform. There were different music instruments that one could perform with. Ranging all the way from a drum kit, to a tiny triangle.