She stared absently at the desk in front of her. Her head rested in the palm of her hand while the other boredly twirled the mechanical pencil in her hand.
The Calculus textbook set on the corner of her desk long forgotten. The teacher droned on about useless things she already knew or didn't need to know. So she didn't bother listening, instead musing to herself that the teacher was merely making the same noises as the ones in Charlie Brown.
Mer Mehr Mar? Murr.
Turning her head to the left, she watched a little brown bird flutter pass the window to some unknown location. She thought she would probably never see that bird again, unlike herself, it was free to do as it pleased. While she was stuck in the cages of society.
Her pencil stopped spinning, and in turn began to draw on the desk.
Maybe one day she could stop and live, hell, maybe feel an emotion than utter boredom. That's her dream. To have a purpose.
But for now she'll just follow the cycle, Sleep, Eat, go to school, go to work, study, eat, sleep and repeat.
Like a broken record. Maybe she could find something to tape it back together, maybe somebody.
Somebody to free her from this bullshit she was born in to. She was starting to get tired of following the rules, of sticking in, of following the crowd. She just wants to stop and scream until somebody notices the hell she's going through.
She wanted to jump out the window right next to her, she felt the urge, and she knew she would jump if it weren't for the fact she was on the third story of the school and she probably wouldn't survive the fall.
She was starting to think that wasn't such a bad thing-
"Hanamura!" the teacher snapped, slamming a closed text book on her desk. Her hand stopped moving on the desk as she blinked. She looked up to the enraged man with greying hair and grassy nose hairs.
"Yes, Sensei?" she said, merely blinking again as his pudgy face began to heat up with anger.
"You would like to graduate, wouldn't you, Hanamura?" he asked, nostrils flaring. Before she could answer he continued, it wasn't if she had actually wanted to answer.
"Then you should pay attention in class and not be DOODLING ON SCHOOL PROPERTY!" he shouted, silencing the snickering she had heard from a few of her classmates. She looked down to the desk to see a nearly finished drawing of a bird. In its beak held a page with a name on it, her name.
She looked back to the teacher's enraged face and sighed, tired of this conversation.
"Right, my bad." wrong choice of words it seems.
"Here, after school, don't make me have to collect you if you choose not to show up." He growled.
She sighed again. It wasn't one of the first times she's been in detention because of his foul mood. From rumors around apparently he's in the middle of a divorce, so he was more harsh than usual. Oh well.
She looked down and continued to finish the sketch on the desk. The damage had already been done anyway.
She didn't really understand the page with her name in the bird's beak. Maybe it was a contract binding her life to be taunted by free birds, while she had to stick to a first rate job and in a few years become a house wife with 3 kids and a dog named sparky, with a husband who liked to drink and take out his issues on his oh so loving housewife he managed to get stuck with.
Her pencil led snapped. Clicking the eraser a few times to replace the led with her thumb, she sighed.
Or maybe it was a contract giving her freedom. The bird was really symbolizing that she was going to be free, and instead of watching the bird, she would be the bird. And everything would be peachy-keen.
"HANAMURA!" The teacher snapped.
Or maybe not.
She stared down at her lunch in contempt. Poking the failed meatloaf with a plastic fork. She didn't eat lunch at school, she never ate lunch. Yet she still bought it, took a bite and thrown the rest out. Just another part of the cycle.
She wanted to chuck the tray at the wall and stomp out of the room, her and twitched in anticipation. She could do it and leave school. She stuffed her hands in her blazer pockets, holding them in to fists. She was sure her knuckles were white.
She couldn't do anything like that. It wasn't a part of the cycle.
"I can't believe you!" A female voice yelled throughout the cafeteria. Most conversations stopped to look at what drama was about to unfold, even her internal destructive musings were cut short.
"What did you expect? That we could just become friends again and everything would be a-ok?" a snide voice said. Another female. She watched the other girl stutter, looking to the girl as if she were insane.
"You told Tyler I cheated on him! You made that up you bitch! And now he won't talk to me!" the first girl to speak yelled, face flushed. Snide girl scoffed with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Maybe now he'll know just how much of a manipulated whore you are." the girl's words seemed to echo through the cafeteria, no one daring to make a sound.
She had to fight the smile that threatened to come out. As much as she didn't enjoy being the center of drama, she did enjoy watching from afar. It was so much better compared to watching sports and soap operas. This was more real, more exciting.
The first girl seemed to be frozen to the spot, hands clenched into fists at her side. After a moment, she stiffly turned and walked away from the snide girl. Who grinned in success. Thinking she had won the battle. However that may be true, there was still a war brimming. And she was not prepared for it in the slightest.
The first girl picked something off the table, She noted with amusement that she picked up a rather slimy piece of meatloaf. Without a second thought, the girl hurled the processed meat at the other girl, it landed on the snide girls face with a satisfying wet slap.
"Fuck. You." the girl spat, huffing angrily.
The Snide girls demeanor changed from victory to vengeance. She hastily rubbed the meat juice out of her eyes, then chucked her pudding cup at the first girl. Where it splattered on the front of her shirt and blazer, a few flecks on her face too.
She grinned, she couldn't help it. She could feel that little spike of excitement she would get every once in awhile. The reason why she kept going, the reason why she didn't jump out of the third story classroom window-
"FOOD FIGHT!" She yelled, standing up from her seat on the cafeteria table. The room went into complete chaos. Kids screaming and laughing while throwing food at each other.
She was hit with a pudding cup, it splattered on to her legs, but she couldn't care less as she threw her meatloaf and it nailed a student in the head.
She could hear the lunch lady crying out in protest, holding up a tray to try and deflect the sloppy meatloaf thrown her way.
She felt something hit her back and she turned to try and catch the culprit, but the room was too crowded and hectic for her to even have a guess as to who it was. She watched with a growing smile as a fruit cup hit the top student, Light Yagami square in the face. Juice and fruit rolled down his impassive face, but she could tell he was seething on the inside. Which only further excited her.
Who would have thought a measly fruit cup could make his impassive ficade waver?
She picked up her own fruit cup and hurled it in a random direction, letting out a laugh as she felt an unopened carton of milk hit her in the side of the head.
However, the room quickly went silent and everyone seemed to freeze. She turned her head to the side and she almost failed suppressing a laugh.
Of course the teacher from her calculus class just had to show up to see what the noise was. And just so happened to be a victim of a pudding cup. The chocolate gooey substance glopped down his face, smudging his round glasses before plopping to the floor.
If it was her pudding cup, she doesn't know.
"HANAMURA KAHO!" He bellowed. Steam puffing out of his nostrils and ears. He seemed to think it was her pudding cup.
"Oops."
Kaho shifted in the uncomfortable chairs in the principal's office. She wasn't alone however. A brooding calculus teacher was leaned against the wall, hastily trying to clean the pudding from his glasses. And only managing to smear them more.
The pudding smeared on her shirt and legs was starting to get sticky and annoying, and she smelt like fake gravy and dog food.
"What exactly happened, Hanamura?" the principle sighed. She didn't hate the principle, he was an old, aging man with wrinkles and bad breath. He was never as harsh as her calculus teacher however. Wait, what was her calculus' teachers name?
"Well, some girls were arguing, one threw food, the other retaliated and then..yeah." she said. She wouldn't give up the girls names or the fact that she was the one who called out food fight in the first place. They had no proof she was the cause for this.
"And what about Mr. Tahashi?" the older man asked, gesturing to the teacher furiously rubbing his glasses.
"Who?" she asked. The principle sighed once more.
"Mr. Tahashi, what happened?" he asked the man leaning on the wall. Huh, ok, so his name was Tahashi. She should probably remember that.
"This..This- This Hooligan, Started up a riot of some sort and was the one for my current, pudding situation." Mr. Tahashi's hate filled gaze, drilled in to the side of her head. She didn't react though, finding the assortment of nick nacks on the principal's desk to be more interesting.
"That's not fair," she stated making eye contact with the older principle. "There's no way in telling I was the cause for that, seeing as everyone was throwing food. I myself am covered in pudding too." she gestured to her normally pale legs, which were now covered in a thin coat of chocolate pudding. He glanced at her legs, then to Mr Tahashi, then back to her. He let out a tired sigh.
"Without enough information, I'm only going to give you a week's detention-"
"WHAT?" Mr. Tahashi screamed, as if he had just realized his winning lotto ticket had been fake. They always were.
"Mr. Tahashi, do you have any evidence that Hanmura has done anything?" he questioned the flabbergasted teacher.
"Yes! She- Well, I know she.." he quieted down in defeat. Kaho watched the banter with mild interest, She should probably worry more about her future, but seeing as the Principle was on her side, she was most likely going to be let off easy.
"Now," the principle sighed, "you are free to leave Hanamura." She nodded, more than happy to be getting out of the stuffy office. She felt like she was being wrongly punished and somewhat framed for the food fight, even though her words had started the whole thing..
Oh well.
"Not so fast." Mr. Tahashi growled, putting the filthy glassed back on his face. They were still clearly unusable, and he seemed to notice that too but was too proud of himself to take them off.
"One week detention for not paying attention in class and drawing on school property, again." he smiled darkly, as if he just ruined a perfectly sunny day with rain clouds. She shrugged. She liked the rain.
His grinning face faltered for a second, before he could say more she left the office. She managed to snag her bag before being hauled off the the principles office, so she was free to leave the school.
She had to go to her shift at the corner store if she didn't want to be late, but she couldn't really show up covered in pudding and smelling like dog kibble, now could she?
No, no she couldn't.
Notes: Hmm, well i'm going to be blatantly honest with you. I have no idea where this story is going. Kinda just started it on a whim when I got the inspiration to write, you know?
Totally up for suggestions on what to do next.
Peace -