Ah, another normal day, and a normal ray of sunshine that I clearly never wanted to see but look, I did, and I woke up because of it.
I squinted my eyebrows in attempt to look over at the clock before realizing that I'd probably look like a male giraffe who wants a longer neck than ever, haha. I stretched out my hands and reached for my glasses placed down on my bedside table to simply put it on, blinking back the bluriness as I glanced up at the clock, again.
7:30 am. Perfect. Great.
School starts at exactly 7:30, that means, I have atleast five more minutes to change before I finally freak out for being late.
I lazily stood up from bed and huff out a long breathe, suddenly feeling anxious about how much I added three pounds of weight after a month. I have a very unique talent and believe me, it is not a good one.
I hurried to the bathroom and finished for about a few minutes. I changed my clothes afterwards, and since I probably wore my favorite sweater yesterday, I'll have to wear a normal white one. I mean, I like grey, yeah, but I lost it so...
"Hey, Kim! Food's ready. Hurry up, James' gotta give you a ride." Mama shouted over from downstairs, probably off to work I guess. Jenna McCelsy, my mother. But she prefers to be called 'mama' by her children as she is indeed, a Latina. So I have to deal with her wooden spoon butt spankings and yells over the early mornings. I don't really mind, I'm just basically used to it. Although we can never miss the part where she has big boobs while I'm flat, curved hips and waist, while I'm just plain old boring skinny. And then again, I don't really mind.
And my father? I don't have one. Mama probably worshipped God to give her two kids without having to do the thing because, well, what else could it be?
"Coming!" I yelled back before looking myself over at the mirror, I didn't bother fixing my jet black hair that reached probably down my butthole since it's thin enough to be unseen as a bird's nest.
Giving myself a once over before spinning around and snatching my backpack from the floor and sprinted down the stairs. My hands soon acted out on itself and grabbed an apple nearby an empty table. Giving my mama a little wave before reaching out for the exit.
After pulling the door open, i threw myself in James' BMW and slamming the door shut, I realized that I was holding my breathe for way too long that I almost suffocated myself without even noticing.
"K, you really have to slow down with your run. Your asthma's getting worst now and you're not even-" I shut my brother off with a loud sigh, signaling him to start driving. He's been way too overprotective of me ever since I got my asthma, which I was like... a baby. I'm not really complaining, of course, I'm glad that he cares but I'm responsible for myself now and he should be aware of that.
"Don't go all Doctor on me, J. I'm perfectly fine." I said, showing off my muscle that I earned from all 'em volleyball trainings for the last couple of years. Yes, indeed I do play sports, surprisingly. I didn't want to be one of those guys who went straight at home after last class and do exactly nothing. They were called the Home Goers on my school. Yeah, I'd probably burry myself with the sofa and watch Netflix all day and smash my face with... well, smashed potato, but volleyball's got me hyped up, y'know.
I could make out J rolling his eyes in the rear view of the car, not even grinning a single bit.
I let out another defeated sigh before fishing my hands into the back of my jean pocket and reached out for my phone to play my all time favorite game on the ride to school.
A couple of minutes had pass and I've already finished playing with Brawl Mode. Apparently, we won, of course we did, duh.
The corners of my lips twitched upwards as I continued to stare at the screen. I've been getting win streaks lately and believe me, my mood seems to get better since I've finished my summer therapy with Kaitlyn. I'm not saying that she annoys me or anything, I just don't feel that much of the kind of person who needs therapies. Things ain't that bad from what I know.
"Ms. McCulsy, I advice you to stop violence as your hobby, we all know you can do better than that." Dr. Jacobs said warily, her tone was seriously different from our tests earlier, but I can't let her get through my personal life. Not to mention, my hobby.
How dare she think of this as violence.
" As far as I can remember, Dr. it is not violence." I defended myself, standing up and was about to leave before she suddenly spoke again, this time, her voice grew louder.
" It is abuse, Kimberly, therefore, it is considered as violence." I grit back my teeth, my knuckles making that crunchy noise from my tight grip of the strap to my bag.
"Call me Ms. McCurly." And with that, I roughly slammed the door shut after stepping out of the room. There won't be a next time, Dr.
"K! Wake up," J's voice broke through as I opened my eyes and was now greeted by my brother's worried look on his face, his dark curls covered almost half of his forehead, eyes with darker blossom of Hazel Green sparkled as his freckles covering his nose became visible because of the sudden hit of the morning sunlight.
I gave him one of my heart warming smile, reassuring him that I'm fine.
He returned back my smile, only less sincere, and softly said, "We're here." I only nodded in reply before grabbing my Blue backpack and got out of the car. Just as I was about to get one step ahead of the parking lot, I suddenly remembered that I actually forgot to get my cap on the way back home.
Dengit...
"Oh, whatever." I murmured to myself before jogging towards J to catch up with his long strides.
When we got in, the atmosphere was the same as usual, warm but cold, all mixed together. There were only a few senior students since class has now begun, my first period was Science, pretty cool, huh.
I stopped by my locker beside Joe's and Kaye's, their probably hung up in their own classes now though. I got my things needed for today and strutted my way towards my first class of the day, knowing pretty well that I'd still suck at all subjects except for Recess if you consider it a subject though.
I opened the door to the class the moment I reached the right hallway, I didn't mind pulling my chin up since nothing's still gonna change either way.
I plopped myself down on a sit next to a window and a nobody, putting my bag on the floor and turning my head more to the side so my head was now outside the window, and outside the class. I know right, I'm such a badass. I expected a light breeze to dramatically hit my face and let my hair magically flow, such a moment, but nope. It has to be a strong wind, a wind strong enough to let the window door budge, and not the kind of doors that are placed on the sides, but actually on the top.
So imagine this, the door falling down and squash my neck between, ew, that would make a slight squishy sound and blood would drip everywhere, my pretty ugly head would fall over down the ground and bounce like a ball, and people would start laughing at me, and completely ignore my sudden comedy death. Sounds fun.
Just before I finally got my senses back to pull my head in again, I was already too late. Okay, so if my grave would be like my great-great-grandma's, then I wouldn't want to die, but if it were color blue with while sparkles and a painting of two phones Inlove with each other, then I could die happily now.
I shut my eyes closed, readying myself for the big impact to happen, but nothing. I didn't feel anything squash my neck or something. That's weird, maybe Jesus thought I had enough and just, maybe, took pity of me and just took my life within just 0.5 seconds.
"You're not dead yet so open your eyes, woman." I though I was dead, but then my thoughts got completely interrupted by a deep, cold voice that probably belongs to a man, but who knows?
I peeked open my right eye just to make sure and indeed I am still alive. I awkwardly cleared my throat and claimed back my head inside, not bothering to look up since my face was too ugly to be shown.
"Thanks." I quietly murmured but I bet he didn't even hear it.
"Mm.." I heard him hum in response. So he probably heard my word of thanks, alright, I guess I'm glad he did. The chair beside me suddenly squeezed as it was pulled a little to my side. I glanced up to see that the guy had sat on it, he actually sat beside me.
He turned to look at me, like I had some kind of health issues, and indeed I did have health issues the moment he showed his face. It was breathtaking, like God had given me the most glorious sight of the beautiful small planet Earth.
Wow, he is so beautiful I couldn't help but secretly check if I had two or three pimples today just to make sure I look extra ugly because who knows, maybe this guy might fall for my charms.
Sike.
But really, he is very handsome, the way his Light Blue eyes stared back at mine, his Curly Blonde locks covering his shiny forehead, and, oh, he's very soft pinkish lips that was probably kissed by thousands of angels back where he belongs, heaven.
I seriously need to snap out of it.
"This seat taken?" His deep chocolatey voice vibrated through my ears, making me send goosebumps everywhere.
I shook my head no, "nah,"
He just nodded his head, not taking his uncomfortable gaze on me, I looked up at him again, this time, I made sure not to drool, I rose an eyebrow at him in confusion.
"Mind if I sit here?" Like he noticed my questioning look oh him, he asked quietly. I just shook my head no again and started getting out a few sticky notes to list down... notes for the class. I am aware that I'd still block out everything the teacher said and would start doodling, who knows, maybe sleep.
Right when I started to twirl the pencil around my finger tips and mindlessly stare as it turned in different direction, having fun with just playing with a pencil with my fingers seriously weirded me out by myself, but since I actually love me, I'll accept me, because I love me.
And just right on time, Mr. Fletcher opened the classroom door, his nicely perked Roman nose was the first thing that I saw before I noticed how his glasses were perched down on the bridge of his now, his black thin hair weirdly reached his shoulder, a frown plastered on his face, making his forehead make three unpleasant lines. This teacher rarely even smiles.
"Okay class, before we start, I'd like you to meet our new student who moved from California, to America, here. Mr. Jacobs?" The teacher gestured at the guy beside me to stand up, and all heads turned to him, others were eyeing him suspiciously like his head would pop in a second if they stop looking. While girl, on the other hand, was checking him out, yes, he is that handsome that girls couldn't help but gawk.
How is he even sitting next to an ugly weirdo?
Oh well, that can't be helped. He doesn't have much of a choice since the seat beside me is the only thing available. I mean, I have no idea why people never sat beside me, well, I am aware that my face isn't that good looking but it isn't that bad either. Okay, maybe the fact that I may, or may not have kicked a guy in his groin for touching my shoulders, with both hands, while giving me a look that I quite don't understand. I mean, who the hell breaks a lady's personal bubble like that? No, I am not short tempered, my skin is just sensitive. Besides, I'm a tall and pretty 5'6 lady. Who wouldn't like me? I guess them boys just got to their sixth senses and probably though that I'm way too good for them. Mhm, yeah.
I huff out an angry breathe just as the though of it, I focused my mind on the guy, he was now speaking so I probably missed half of what he said-
"That's all it, thanks." Okay, I missed the whole one minute talk-about-yourself session with Mr. Jacob here, wait, what even is his name?
The guys at back down, I soon realized that he was tensed all the time when he was standing up because his shoulder was now heaved down in a relieved kinda way.
Pfft, what's the matter, boy? Already scared of em scary girls who might actually eat your head off for being way too handsome. I mean. It's not your fault, I get it. I blame your parents, too.
The teacher purposely cleared his throat again, gaining everyone's attention back as he started speaking.
"Now, today we will be having our class representatives, both ganders. And sergeant of arms, or how you'd all like to call it, peace officers—-"
Say what now?
"If you'd like to be a member, please raise your right hand..."
...
"No one? I guess I will be the one picking out. If your names are called, please stand in front." All students groaned and some even slumped further down their seats, trying to not be seen or picked by the teacher,
Being part of the member was never liked by anyone. Ever. Because for example, if there's a fight on scene, then the members are the ones to blame and the ones to have to stop it. So p for short, it sucks. But when it's happening outside in class, or in halls, the SSG officers would be the ones responsible and stop it no matter what.
SSG officers are just like student councils. The only thing different about them is their spelling—-
"Kimberly McCelcy," My body legit jumped outta my soul when my name echoed around the deadly silenced class.
My mouth opened, to announce it, "Actually, I can't." I awkwardly said, not even standing up in my sit.
The teacher gave me a questioning look, "And why is that, Ms. McCelcy?" The man asked me.
And this is the time where I spill the tea.
"Because I'm part of the SSG officers, sir." I swear I could've laughed at how these kids snapped their head at me so fast they must've cracked their neck or something.
Apparently, being a part of the SSG officer is quite a rare opportunity, because the owner of the school himself asks you to be one of the members. It is a very honorable experience. It happens only once in a lifetime, maybe never for other students. But for me, yeah. But being apart of it with this kind of reputation, I tried to decline. Well, tried, but the owner literally begged me. I don't know what happened to the poor man's head, he must've used it to knock on a very hard door.
"Ms, McCelcy, we really need someone like you to rest our school on. Please." Mr. President, as what we all schoolers call him, said. I was almost surprised at how his tone was in the begging condition.
"Mr. President, there are more responsible students out there that are better than me." I said softly, I pitied the old man y'know. But what confused me the most, was how I was picked.
From 2,000 students in such a big, formal private school,
Why me?
I though this was a set up, so I ignored all casualties of Mr, President and straight out declined. In fact, I think I'm actually the first person who rejected the position.
"No, I'll give you an exact 24 hours to think things through. You are welcome here anytime and announce your decision to us. Thank you for your time." And with that, the President of Larmond University, stood up, and exited the room.
I inhaled a deep breathe, before letting it all out. Being apart of the SSG officer is a serious problem for me. I might seem like I'm overreacting a lot but this offer really changed everything.
If I accept then he would really know and...
I viciously eyed my stomach, before looking up at the ceiling again, blinking back.
After a couple of days, I decided to accept it, who cares if he—-
"Which position are you in, Ms. McCelcy?" The voice of our teacher suddenly interrupted me of the sudden flashback. I glanced up at him in confusion, almost forgetting what our topic was all about, almost.
"Oh, um," It was my turn to uncomfortably clear my throat as the whole class' competitive stare lingered upon me. I glanced around, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling before looking back up at the teacher.
"President. Sir."
And then all hell broke, students were so shocked that they couldn't even find a sense to move. I could make out one of them almost dropping their buttocks down the floor. While most of them just dropped their jaws down where Satan lived.
Being an SSG member, not to mention being the President, was indeed shocking, especially if you're classmates with him/her. They would consider themselves extremely lucky. Because apperantly, having a classmate that was picked over among 2,000 and another 2,000 more students from seniors and juniors, was indeed, an honor.
But also being an SSG member, you have to also go through struggles from different upcoming events and a few threats from other outsiders, our duty is to protect the school and reputation no matter what. It's like being a principal, but way higher than a role of a principal. That's why we have a chairman that controls us and our abilities. It's really hard to be a member because there might be even less point in life to enjoy high school experience. Other students think that it's the most awesome thing to happen, but it's not, I heard it herself from the former President of the school. And I quite get her point.
Although she also said the good part in it. Where all the members increase their bond for each other, some even start dating, which I don't actually want to happen in this batch 2018-2019 of course. But other than that, she said that there would be a three weeks camping for a first step bond. She also mentioned some childish games that we need to play like Hide n Seek, It, Slipper Pop etc. But aside from that, the girl said it went pretty great. And sometimes horrifyingly bad.
"What about Mr. Jacobs?"
The class still hadn't moved from their shock as they was still looking at me with wide eyes at the size of my Mama's butt, yes, it was that big.
Seriously people, get over it.
"Can't too, sir."
And then all students' head was now towards the guy beside me, their shock probably tripled. While the teacher himself, stood up from his sit, ready to get another wave of shock ness in his life that I might be at the verge of thinking that he might get a heart attack from all of this coming in just a single minute.
But no wayyyyy... Is he the one I'm thinking is?
"I'm also a member of SSG officer." BOOM!