The Myth Of Normality

Chapter Two

The bus had finally ended its morning route, and was now at a halt in front of North Cowin State High School. Famous for its diverse range of whores, and more commonly known as Cows. The bright orange building to my left caught my attention. I started heading towards it as I got snickers from girls wearing to short skirts. With yogurt running down my legs, and a splitting headache, I walked into the office.

“Good morning, what can I do for you?” asked one of the office ladies. Her black hair was done up into a bun and she wore a orange shirt with the schools emblem; a range of strange shapes that looked like a piece of Picassos artwork, all in the colours of bright orange and black.

"Um, I was wondering if I could borrow a set of spare clothes for the day,” I asked in a polite way.

“Sure, what happened?” This conversation was getting way to boring for its own good.

“Sat in yogurt,” obviously. My reply stunned the office lady, so she went to go fetch me some ‘clean’ clothes. Waiting for the woman to get back, I noticed my headache had slightly stopped throbbing. The pain killers must be working. The lady arrived back with some neatly folded clothes.

“You can get changed in the toilets in there,” she pointed to a door labelled ‘toilets’, “and just give me your dirty clothes when you’re finished. You can pick them up after school.” She said in a friendly tone.

“Yeap, thanks.” I took the clothes from the lady, and made my way to the toilets. The toilets in the office were by far the cleanest in the school. Probably because the whores didn’t pound on their make-up in there, which somehow got on the mirror and all over the sink.

After I had changed into the clothes and gave them to the office lady, the bell rang. This only reminded me of my headache. With a long sigh I started walking towards my maths building. I was so lucky to have Maths first; it was my best and favourite subject. So on days like today when I cant be bothered to do any work, I could just sit there and do nothing as my teacher knew I understood what we were learning about. I sat in my usual spot, up the back by myself. Some say I’m just a loner and a nerd, although kind of true I just prefer to sit alone during maths. This lesson was about trigonometry. How fun. Not.

Ms Manull knew I could do it, so she let it pass. I sat there during maths remembering my dream. It had to have meant something, right? But it was just a dream. Turning to the board to get the page numbers of my textbook, I noticed Erin was singing. Must remember that when she tells me to stop. I looked at my text book next to me, wondering where abouts page 278 was. Suddenly the text book opened, with pages rushing past it stopped on page 278. I felt a burst of pain from my head. Clutching my head, I managed to let out a quiet scream. The class looked at me with a confused expression, but turned their heads again once they realised it was me.

I sat there shocked. The book had opened when I wanted it to. Was I going crazy? There is no reasonable explanation as to what just happened. I didn’t even touch it. The cause of events made me remember what happened this morning with the pantry door. These were no accidents, something was happening to me, something strange.

I heard Erin’s voice quietly say: “Oh my gosh, Teliah is so annoying. She is such an attention seeker,”

"Erin, you think I’m an attention seeker? Have you looked at yourself lately? And I don’t even do anything to attract you attention. I sit by myself for crises sake!” I said aloud to Erin

“What are you on about? I didn’t even say anything about you! And see this is how you become an attention seeker, you think everything is about you!” Erin replied. Her remark shocked me, I swear i heard her say something about me.

“You did! I heard it! And you started it. I don’t think everything is about me! I am the quietest and nicest person in this class!” was all I could manage to come up with.

“No you’re not! You are so mean, and you might be the quietest but you do the most annoying stuff sometimes!” Erin was getting angry.

“And this is coming from you! Just do your work Erin like your suppose to be doing, oh wait you can’t do it because you to dumb!” Erin went to say something, but decided against it. That hit the spot.

“Teliah, Erin! Enough! Get back to your work!” Ms Manull cut in.

I was so angry, I swear I could have punched her. But maybe I didn’t physically need to. I looked at the pencil case in front of her, and imagined it hitting her face. I tried harder and harder to get it to move, but it didn’t even budge. What the hell. Maybe I was going crazy.

Maths ended with no more interruptions. Everyone had left already to go there next class. All except for the hottest guy in my grade, Damian Carmel. I have the biggest crush on him. Even his name made me smile. His hair was straightened and was coloured brown. With a long fringe, and many layers on the top of his hair, many called him emo and gay. He had brown eyes with little light brown lines in them. Although he suffered from acne he was still hot. He often wore long pants even in summer, instead of the knee high shorts. Under his shirt were abbs. Yeap he works out.

I was packing up my stuff when I heard: “You know Erin is pretty dumb. And she shouldn’t say stuff like that. You’re really nice.” I looked up and saw Damian's eyes upon mine. I felt blood rush to my cheeks, did Damian just call me nice?

“Err yeah she is, and thanks. She got what she deserved.” I said with a shaky voice. Damian was one of the first people to go out of their way to talk to me. This was a first. I stood up, grabbed my stuff and headed off to my bag.

“She did, she is so mean.” Damian replied while walking with me. I slipped my book and pencil case into my bag, Damian did the same.

“Agreed. I mean what did I ever do to her?”

“She’s just jealous.”

“Of what?”

“Of how smart you are.” Damian stated. We walked in silence to our next class, English.

School finished at 2:30 with no dramas. I still had my headache, which had gotten better throughout the day. I caught the bus home that afternoon, only to become face to face with Erin.

“What is your problem?” Erin asked. Can’t she just let it drop?

“I don’t have a problem! You’re the one with the problem. You reckon you’re the top dog, but quite frankly you’re the opposite,” I replied. I couldn’t care less where this went.

“No I don’t! I don’t go around running like a freak! I’m not the one who reckon they are the smartest in the world!”

“So? Do you think I care? No one likes me anyway! And I’m smarter than you! You’re just jealous!” I couldn’t help myself in saying that. But oh well.

“Ladies! Stop it!” Damian cut in before Erin could reply. He was so sexy

“Don’t you get involved in this! Go cut your wrist!” Erin said. Oh she did not...

“I’m sick of this, why do you believe I am an emo? Does it look like I have cuts on my wrist!?” Damian yelled. I didn’t hear the rest of the argument as I had got off the bus. My head ache was still pounding in my ears.