CALCIFY
I started my day by waking up to an alarming sound, oh never mind, not too alarming. I shut off my phone and crawled back into bed, and wished school blew up. Ah, a man can only wish for so much. My phone rang again and this time I spent the duration it took to turn it off walking over to the bathroom. My thoughts ran away from me as I wished to find something to look forward to in school, but truth be told, after my ex-girlfriend became a cape she outed herself to pursue a life of vigilantism. She left me in a crapshoot school with a few friends of ours, and I admittedly had fluctuating feelings about that. I finished up using the toilet and began showering. While pondering the logistics of brushing my teeth while showering, a thought pranced about my eyelids and escaped outwards through a shriek while I adjusted the shower head to my preferred settings. I was going to go and look for an old friend of mine after school today. I did not however, brush my teeth.
I left on my bus and I reminisced about how I left that friend but threw away 9th grade. I went nearly a year without feeling the loss of my previous friends, yet still leaving her to move into a High school that actually was within arbitrary school boundaries I had been assigned to. She left to the High school closest to her, Stark High. Since then I have not heard anything from her, but that's also due to not having her number saved on my phone anymore. After getting a couple new phones after dropping or losing them.
The bus stopped and let on a friend I nearly didn't recognize her hair was dyed blonde, which did not suit her. I guess she was less of a friend and more of an acquaintance I talked to regularly, usually about a very fine action RPG. She told me she had been interested in a guy, and I'm guessing that her hair had something to do with that?
"Hey Francesca, you uh, look different. But I can't put my finger on what exactly." I slyly implored.
"Ha, yeah, totally." She looked down while plainly stating. I always wondered whether she had social anxiety, yet I never bothered to ask her.
The bus idled while she made her way down to the back near me. Then started after a moment after she sat down. A couple times she asked me about my math class and how that was going, I replied that all was quiet on the Eastern front, and she stared like she was hearing Japanese, or maybe she knew Japanese. This prompted my mind to go down a list of languages I had heard, and several I had heard of, yet never heard spoken. Strange I thought, that anything like a language could exist so peripherally in my life. The bus slowed and our stop arrived. Francesca and I stepped out after thanking the driver.
While walking towards the School campus, the school which had so graciously provided us students of lesser economic stature (poor suckers) bus passes. A bus pass that my family would scoff at, yet they never bat an eye at the fuel they consume or spend money on, as if those increments spent add up to a lesser total then the bus pass would. Arriving at my regular side entrance at school I resumed a normal pace until I reached my locker, during that time I had spent exactly one minute conversing with anyone. Friends obviously existed, but they mostly consisted of Sophomores, and a small group of Juniors I hung out with, and of course shared common interests with. However, Andrina my ex girlfriend still existed, she never came to school herself, but there was a cape with connections to her, a close friend of hers, Callie. Neither of them had went public personally, but it had been leaked that they capes. Most unfortunately for them,the person who leaked their identities, leaked their powers as well.