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Day 2
Well, here we are with another day that I have to tell you about. My day wasn't that stressful, but it still pays to relieve whatever stress I have. Ready?
My alarm went off, and it started playing My Immortal by Evanescence. So much Evanescence lately. I looked outside, and to my disappointment, it wasn't raining. Damn. Why was I disappointed? Because if it wasn't raining Heero probably wouldn't stop and pick me up.
Breakfast went slowly, which was strange, because it never does for me. My stepfather was still mad about dinner last night. Should I tell you my parents' names? Probably. My mother's name is Nina, and my stepfather's name is Bill. That's why my favorite movie is Kill Bill.
Breakfast finally ended and I left for school.
As I was walking down the street a car pulled up to me, and the door opened. I almost started jumping with joy when I saw who was in the car. Heero. YES!
"Wanna ride?" he asked me.
"Sure," I replied, and I climbed into the back.
When I had buckled in, Heero said, "As long as we're both here, let's talk about mode off transportation to the concert."
"Ah, shit," I groaned.
"What?" Heero asked.
"Well, my stepfather won't take me, I know that, and Friday is Bingo Night, so my mother can't take me either," I replied.
We were both silent few a few seconds. "Well, why don't I just pick you up?" asked Heero.
"Sounds good to me."
"Here's school," said Heero. "See you at lunch."
"I'll be waiting."
Detention. Yep, I got detention. Can you guess who wrote me up? If you guessed Marquise you are correct, sir! Arguing with him isn't a good thing, but it's fun, and I like pissing him off. It wasn't fun, though, when he said he would be the one in the detention room. Fuck you, Marquise! Take this middle finger. And this one. And this one. That probably sounded weird, considering us humans have only two paws. Hands! Hands! I've gotta stop reading Redwall so much.
At least Marquise isn't failing me, though. I checked my grade and I have a sixty-seven. HA!
I'm not stupid. I know that's a bad grade. All my other grades are eighties. I'm sure it's just because he doesn't like me. I'll just have to hide another report card.*
Word Processing before lunch is not a good thing. I didn't want to move my wrists, but I wanted to eat. It was a dilemma.
I saw Heero walking over. He wasn't alone. Heero sat down and introduced his friends. Here are descriptions. Quatre: He's short, not to short, but shorter than me, and he has unnaturally blond hair. Trowa: He's tall. Too tall. He has a green eye. I say eye because he has a tuff of hair covering the other one. It might be green. It could be blood red! AHHHHH! And finally, Wufei. He has a face like a constipated wiener dog.**
Out the new three, Wufei is probably the most boring. He just kept talking about all the injustices in the world. Doesn't just thinking about it make you tired? Finally Heero interrupted him and asked me, "Do you want a ride home after school, Duo?"
"No thanks. I've got detention," I answered.
"What injustice did you commit?" asked Wufei.
"I just got in an argument with my Global teacher," I said.
"Who've you got?" asked Quatre.
"Marquise."
"Ohhhh. Sorry man," said Trowa.
"Hn," said Heero. Well, I don't know if that's something you say. It's more like a snort/grunt.
"You've got him, too?" I asked.
"Unfortunately," Heero replied.
Heero had a strange look in his eyes. Like he was planning something in the back of his head. Brain. Mind. Whatever.
Anyway. I could only hope it wasn't against me. Told you I'm paranoid.
I figured out what Heero had been planning after school.
I walked into Marquise's room just as the last bell of the day rang. "You were almost late," said Marquise.
Yeah, no shit, I thought. I looked around the room. To my surprise Heero was sitting in the back of the room. "Take a seat Mr. Maxwell," said Marquise, clearly getting impatient. That seems to happen easily. I'd only been standing there for a couple of seconds.
I went to the back of the room and sat next to Heero. "What are you doing here?" I whispered.
"Serving a detention," Heero said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I got in trouble," he replied.
Yeah, no shit. I decided not to keep pressing him for information. A kid in the front row was hiding earphones by winding them around his ears like Secret Service agents do. He was doing a good job of hiding it until he stood up and shouted, "This is the greatest and best song in the world!"
"No," said another kid. "It's just a tribute."***
"I think you've just earned yourself a Saturday Detention," said Marquise.
"Ohhhh, man!"
"It was his fault for being stupid," I whispered to Heero. He chuckled lightly.
"Mr. Maxwell," I heard Marquise call. "Can you come up to my desk for a moment?"
I thought about saying, "I don't know. Can I?" But I didn't want a Saturday Detention as well. So I just walked up there.
"Is this a threat," asked Marquise pointing to a line on an essay of mine he was grading.
I read: During one battle of the War of 1812, the British invaded Washington, D.C., and burned the White House.
"No," I said. "But right now I wish I could change that line. It's kinda crappy."
"Go sit down," Marquise sighed.
When I sat back down next to Heero I leaned over and said, "Jeez, you call me paranoid."
"What did he say?" asked Heero.
"He asked if I was threatening him when I wrote about the British burning the White House."
"That's definitely paranoid," said Heero.
We had finally gotten out of detention and I was in Heero's car when I said, "That was something to tell the camera."
"What?" Heero asked
"Oh! I, um, just to relieve stress and all that, talk into a camera at the end of the day, about my day," I answered.
"Hn. Maybe I'll try that," said Heero thoughtfully. "Here we are."
I got out of Heero's car, said good-bye, and walked into my house.
That was it. Nothing more. I'll just turn off this, and my C.D. player and go to bed. Goodnight.
*I do this also. **Thank you Weird Al. It's from his song Albuquerque. ***For those of you who don't get this extremely corny joke, it's a line from Tenacious D's best song, in my opinion, Tribute. Oh, and if you didn't pick up the hint, the next chapter is going to be Heero trying out the camera thing.
Well, here we are with another day that I have to tell you about. My day wasn't that stressful, but it still pays to relieve whatever stress I have. Ready?
My alarm went off, and it started playing My Immortal by Evanescence. So much Evanescence lately. I looked outside, and to my disappointment, it wasn't raining. Damn. Why was I disappointed? Because if it wasn't raining Heero probably wouldn't stop and pick me up.
Breakfast went slowly, which was strange, because it never does for me. My stepfather was still mad about dinner last night. Should I tell you my parents' names? Probably. My mother's name is Nina, and my stepfather's name is Bill. That's why my favorite movie is Kill Bill.
Breakfast finally ended and I left for school.
As I was walking down the street a car pulled up to me, and the door opened. I almost started jumping with joy when I saw who was in the car. Heero. YES!
"Wanna ride?" he asked me.
"Sure," I replied, and I climbed into the back.
When I had buckled in, Heero said, "As long as we're both here, let's talk about mode off transportation to the concert."
"Ah, shit," I groaned.
"What?" Heero asked.
"Well, my stepfather won't take me, I know that, and Friday is Bingo Night, so my mother can't take me either," I replied.
We were both silent few a few seconds. "Well, why don't I just pick you up?" asked Heero.
"Sounds good to me."
"Here's school," said Heero. "See you at lunch."
"I'll be waiting."
Detention. Yep, I got detention. Can you guess who wrote me up? If you guessed Marquise you are correct, sir! Arguing with him isn't a good thing, but it's fun, and I like pissing him off. It wasn't fun, though, when he said he would be the one in the detention room. Fuck you, Marquise! Take this middle finger. And this one. And this one. That probably sounded weird, considering us humans have only two paws. Hands! Hands! I've gotta stop reading Redwall so much.
At least Marquise isn't failing me, though. I checked my grade and I have a sixty-seven. HA!
I'm not stupid. I know that's a bad grade. All my other grades are eighties. I'm sure it's just because he doesn't like me. I'll just have to hide another report card.*
Word Processing before lunch is not a good thing. I didn't want to move my wrists, but I wanted to eat. It was a dilemma.
I saw Heero walking over. He wasn't alone. Heero sat down and introduced his friends. Here are descriptions. Quatre: He's short, not to short, but shorter than me, and he has unnaturally blond hair. Trowa: He's tall. Too tall. He has a green eye. I say eye because he has a tuff of hair covering the other one. It might be green. It could be blood red! AHHHHH! And finally, Wufei. He has a face like a constipated wiener dog.**
Out the new three, Wufei is probably the most boring. He just kept talking about all the injustices in the world. Doesn't just thinking about it make you tired? Finally Heero interrupted him and asked me, "Do you want a ride home after school, Duo?"
"No thanks. I've got detention," I answered.
"What injustice did you commit?" asked Wufei.
"I just got in an argument with my Global teacher," I said.
"Who've you got?" asked Quatre.
"Marquise."
"Ohhhh. Sorry man," said Trowa.
"Hn," said Heero. Well, I don't know if that's something you say. It's more like a snort/grunt.
"You've got him, too?" I asked.
"Unfortunately," Heero replied.
Heero had a strange look in his eyes. Like he was planning something in the back of his head. Brain. Mind. Whatever.
Anyway. I could only hope it wasn't against me. Told you I'm paranoid.
I figured out what Heero had been planning after school.
I walked into Marquise's room just as the last bell of the day rang. "You were almost late," said Marquise.
Yeah, no shit, I thought. I looked around the room. To my surprise Heero was sitting in the back of the room. "Take a seat Mr. Maxwell," said Marquise, clearly getting impatient. That seems to happen easily. I'd only been standing there for a couple of seconds.
I went to the back of the room and sat next to Heero. "What are you doing here?" I whispered.
"Serving a detention," Heero said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I got in trouble," he replied.
Yeah, no shit. I decided not to keep pressing him for information. A kid in the front row was hiding earphones by winding them around his ears like Secret Service agents do. He was doing a good job of hiding it until he stood up and shouted, "This is the greatest and best song in the world!"
"No," said another kid. "It's just a tribute."***
"I think you've just earned yourself a Saturday Detention," said Marquise.
"Ohhhh, man!"
"It was his fault for being stupid," I whispered to Heero. He chuckled lightly.
"Mr. Maxwell," I heard Marquise call. "Can you come up to my desk for a moment?"
I thought about saying, "I don't know. Can I?" But I didn't want a Saturday Detention as well. So I just walked up there.
"Is this a threat," asked Marquise pointing to a line on an essay of mine he was grading.
I read: During one battle of the War of 1812, the British invaded Washington, D.C., and burned the White House.
"No," I said. "But right now I wish I could change that line. It's kinda crappy."
"Go sit down," Marquise sighed.
When I sat back down next to Heero I leaned over and said, "Jeez, you call me paranoid."
"What did he say?" asked Heero.
"He asked if I was threatening him when I wrote about the British burning the White House."
"That's definitely paranoid," said Heero.
We had finally gotten out of detention and I was in Heero's car when I said, "That was something to tell the camera."
"What?" Heero asked
"Oh! I, um, just to relieve stress and all that, talk into a camera at the end of the day, about my day," I answered.
"Hn. Maybe I'll try that," said Heero thoughtfully. "Here we are."
I got out of Heero's car, said good-bye, and walked into my house.
That was it. Nothing more. I'll just turn off this, and my C.D. player and go to bed. Goodnight.
*I do this also. **Thank you Weird Al. It's from his song Albuquerque. ***For those of you who don't get this extremely corny joke, it's a line from Tenacious D's best song, in my opinion, Tribute. Oh, and if you didn't pick up the hint, the next chapter is going to be Heero trying out the camera thing.