Mortals: Meet... 2

Tratie Carnaval - Melissa Hart

People had considered me 'the most depressed person in the planet'.

And those were the ones saying nice things to me. Oh, I've heard worsts, but I know that if I repeat them in my head, I will get depress for real and I refuse to do that to myself... at least, on purpose.

But, I'm not depressed. I'm cynical, which is a completely different matter. Paraphrasing a dictionary's definition, a cynical person is that who 'doubts that things will go the way one wants'. And, considering how many things happened in my life, I rather be cynical than optimistic and living in a pink bubble all the time.

"Until tomorrow, Ms. Hart!" The bell and the kids greeting me 'goodbye' snapped me out of my absentminded thoughts. I smiled at them, as I love to teach kids, but I try to encourage them as much as their lives allow it. I cannot promise kids something I can't do. Sighing, I grabbed my things and headed towards the teacher's lounge.

"Oh, Melissa!" I got greeted when I arrive, placing a fake smile. God, Sarah is too perky for my taste... "We just were talking about you..." Great! New blind match making! Note the sarcasm "I met this guy over the weekend, that is a total nerd, I mean, he loves video games and stuff, but it's not a bad thing, not my type, defenitely-"

"Sarah, I don't care what you gonna say, but I don't want another of your blind dates!" I had to stop her before she could go on. Everyone at school was aware of Sarah's need to matchmake everyone according to what she liked. Even Mrs. Gardner, who had been married for like four years and with a young girl! She's not God!

"But, Mel-"

"But, nothing!" I snapped at her. I was getting fed up with her and someone had to stop her. Unluckily, that task fell on me, as no one had the heart of breaking Sarah's illusions "The world isn't pink and unicorns don't fart rainbows!" I blushed at the word of a bad word. I know I'm a prude there, but cut me some slack! "You cannot play matchmaker and decide for everyone and, I want to be alone!! I'm not in a rush, and I definitely don't wanna be push by you of all people!!"

Everyone was silent around us and Sarah looked like she was about to cry. Reality hurts. Great, now I'm the bad guy...

"She's right, you know..." I turned to the door and, right behind me, was Mrs. Gardner, with her brown hair pulled up in a bun. Her face showed a tired person, but her green eyes showed determination. I don't know who she was talking to, but I doubt it was to me "Sarah, either you start setting some boundaries about people's lives or I'm gonna recommend you get transferred to the library" Sarah gasped, obviously scared. She hates not be able to talk.

Soon, everyone was on their way and on their business. Mrs. Gardner is quite scary when she wants to.

"Thank you" I thanked her, nodding. She simply waved her hand.

"No need to..." she replied, smiling "I actually wanted to put her in place last week, but husband convinced me to give her time... You just beat me to it, as I couldn't hold it longer..." We chuckled at that statement. It was a known fact that Mrs. Gardner was very bossy, though she was trying not to "What I do wanted to ask you is if you had plans for Carnaval..."

"Well, I normally go home and watch the parade online..." I admitted, shrugging. It was my dream to travel the world, but I never had the money for it. And when I did got the money, I was deep into work "You know, the Brazilian one... Plus, with the hour difference, I can watch it in the afternoon and have the night for me..."

"Well, if you're interested, my husband wants to throw out a party with our friends because or Carnaval..." she explained, shrugging "We actually know a couple of latinos, so we can make it kind of accurate- or as accurate we can..."