A/N: Changed up the title a bit, sorry about that. ^^
~Monday, March 7
Woah. I had the weirdest dream last night. I only remember bits and pieces, though, like how I was chasing after this huge yellow submarine, and then ending up in this maze full of trees that were somehow walking around. And every time I bumped into one of them, the patterns on the trunk would morph into an angry face, so logically I laughed it. I mean, what kind of tree does that? Anyway, the entire time I was navigating through the maze, my shoulders ached from lugging a bag full of—it must've been a dozen watermelons to be that heavy.
I would have then floated away on a nice, fluffy cloud, if it weren't for that irritating ringing noise I kept hearing...
~Later
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What in the world did I just
HOLY…
~2 Minutes later
Oh my god.
I just realized…that wasn't a dream. That yellow submarine was my bus, which I missed because I chucked my alarm clock out the window this morning. The maze were the hallways of my school, those trees with angry faces were freaking students (that I freaking laughed at), and that thing I was carrying on my shoulder was definetly not filled with watermelons.
Note to self: SLEEP DEPRIVATION CAUSES DELUSIONAL BRAIN WHICH DISTORTS REALITY TO THE 18TH DIMENSION.
...
Wait a minute, if all that stuff earlier was school-related, then that means…that last part about the loud ringing must've been...
...must've been...
~Later
I had a pretty good hunch on what I looked like when I practically ripped off the door to my first period classroom. It would safe to assume that my eyes were wild and bloodshot, my hair resembled a crow's nest, my face was pale and dripping with sweat, and my chest was heaving like a broken vacuum cleaner.
Haha…I must've been the most beautiful creature on earth, because every single head turned to stare at me.
(One even had to nerve to take out a phone and snap a shot. If that appears in the yearbook, that kid and his family are dead.)
In fact, the sheer amount of beauty I displayed must've overwhelmed the teacher, because the next thing I knew, I was being dragged by the collar of my shirt (which was wrinkled and soaked in sweat) out of the room for a little "talk."
Oh, fun times.
~Later
So I got detention. Today and tomorrow during lunch. For rudely interrupting the class and being late. And I have no excuse, since I'm the fastest track runner in the state. Oh, and also for damaging school property.
(I would bet my life savings that the door was in perfect condition.)
And you know what's worst than getting lunch detention when you're starving from not eating breakfast this morning and dinner from the night before? Having to go back into the same classroom and endure a bunch of badly covered up giggles for the rest of the period.
~Later
But I hate to admit—it could have been worse. Not by much, but I seriously might start banging my head on my desk for the next 30 minutes if Knuckles wasn't sitting next to me.
All he had to do to make them stop snickering was glare while making cracking noises with his knuckles. Thank heavens for that guy and his massive hands. Did I mention he was the champion of the boxing team for 3 years in a row?
Ah...this must a sign that he forgot all about being a prick on Friday. Man, I sure as heck missed blabbering stuff about myself to that guy.
~2 Minutes later
I might have started zoning out again as the teacher resumed her lesson on the PowerPoint. I could barely catch was she was saying…something about how species live to reproduce because they've got a naturally favorable trait or something.
Well that made my mind wander off to Silver...somehow. (Don't ask me how I made that connection.)
Does this mean he got naturally selected to have white hair by the snowy environment in Canada? But here it doesn't snow too often, so does that mean he's not going to survive to reproduce? Pfft, yeah right. He obviously bleached his hair. Darwin's got nothing on him.
While I was occupied daydreaming about Silver getting chased by a hawk (that looked suspiciously like Jet) and shouting "I should have stayed in Canadaaaa!" as he was being carried off into the distance, someone nudged my arm.
I turned to see Knuckles impatiently holding a folded piece of paper towards me.
I took it inconspicuously, and unfolded it in my lap.
'Explain. Now.' It read in bulky letters. I almost chuckled out loud at his straight-forwardness.
Wasting no time, I quickly wrote underneath,
'Was up all nite doing hw. Missed bus. Kept c-ing trees from sleep deprivation. =D'
A few seconds later, I tossed the note back kind of not inconspicuously. He looked peeved at this, and I couldn't help but grin in return.
He looked even more peeved after he read my note, if that was even possible.
I got nudged extra hard on the same spot on my arm. I rubbed it as I read his reply,
'What's this about trees? And we didn't have that much homework to do you moron.'
There wasn't enough space left on the paper to explain the trees, so I simply wrote,
'Believe it or not, this was all inderectly ur fault. =_=;'
If he hadn't refused to hang out with me, I would have never gone to Tails' house. Then I wouldn't have ran out of gas money or gotten home late with a pile of homework waiting on my desk. Then I wouldn't have slept late, and woken up delusional. Need I go on with the tales of despair?
The next note came faster than expected:
'You know what? I don't even want to know.
P.S. – You spelled "indirectly" wrong.'
I felt no need to reply to that. Really. Has he ever noticed that spelling correctly doesn't apply to note-passing? Like, ever?
And that's how we both agreed to stop passing notes and start taking notes having to do with the lesson.
Well, I don't know about Knuckles, but I'd rather doodle comics of the teacher getting hit by random falling Yamaha pianos.
It's not like I'm still bitter about the detention thing.
Nope, not bitter at all.
~Later
At long last, the bell that dismissed first period rang. I was out of there like a bullet, shooting through at least a dozen people before their brain could process "WTF?"
I waited around the corner for Knuckles to catch up. It seemed like he had something on his mind.
"Hey, Knux! What's up?" I greeted as he passed.
To that, he gave a small acknowledging grunt. "I assume that you haven't heard of the new kid that arrived this morning?" I think he glanced in my direction to judge my reaction, only to find me hand-combing knots out of my hair without success.
"Sorry, didn't catch that. What'd you say? Something about a new kid in town?"
"Yeah. There are already rumors flying around about him, and we haven't even gotten through second period yet. This guy is very…strange."
I'll admit it is strange if rumors are circulating so fast, fast enough to even reach Knuckles, the most anti-gossip guy I know. We've had plenty of students transfer to GreenHill over the last 3 years I've been here, too.
"Why? Have you seen what he looks like?"
"No. But I have a general idea from what people have been saying about him."
I urged him to tell me more, but he wouldn't budge. He even ignored all 18 of my 'please's.
That's Knuckles for you. Stubborn like a mule naturally, stubborn like your mother-in-law when it comes to spreading stories that aren't 100% truthful.
~Later
Amy and her friends are following me as I'm heading to History. With video cameras.
I don't think I ever ran so fast in my life. And I'm sure that the people I knocked down on the floor agree with me.
~Later
Turns out Knuckles was right about the rumors. (I'm beginning to doubt whether he even has the capacity to lie.)
At least my embarrassing blunder this morning didn't get any mention at all. Everyone's too into the new guy with the dark and mysterious back-story. Ugh. Like that's ever the case in real life.
Even if some of the things I hear are kind of sort of interesting.
Whoops, got to run. They're back, and it looks like they've multiplied in persons and digital equipment.
~Later
Kill me. KILL. ME.
Please, somebody, before I shrivel up and die from boredom. Lunch detention sucks so badly it's not even funny.
God, I'm so bored I could cry. Tears of angst. (Don't even ask what that would look like, because I wouldn't know and frankly I wouldn't give a shit as of this moment). Man, feels like I've been stuck here staring at empty space for hours. There's no way I'll be able to survive another session tommorrow!
I'm so bored, it's depressing me. And guess what? Being depressed is really, really boring.
...
It's so boring and depressing that I don't even have the energy to stop that annoying freshman behind me from shooting spitballs at my head.
Must be entertaining as hell. The asshole.
~2 Minutes later
What I would wish for if a genie offered me 3 wishes right now:
1. For a year-supply of hair products that can remove balls of spit instantly.
2. For that freshmen to go to hell and have spitballs shoved up his ass sideways for all eternity.
3. FOR THIS LUNCH DETENTION TO END ALREADY, GOD DAMMIT I'M SO HUNGRY AND BORED! AND HUNGRY!
~Much later
So I found out from Vector that the new guy's name, apparently, is Shadow. His parents must have been sailing the same boat as Knuckles' when they named their child.
I can see how that can also contribute to the 'dark and mysterious' part, but that's just overanalyzing a name to death.
And that's all the information I heard that was confirmed to be fact. The rest were all rumors, ranging from probable to ridiculous to batshit retarded.
I seriously doubt that this Shadow guy was some lab experiment created with DNA from freaking aliens in a freaking spaceship. Seriously, what the hell? Are these people high on something?
I feel like pulling a Knuckles so I guess I won't mention anything else for today.
~Later
It just occured to me. How the hell did Amy get away with bringing all that stuff to school?
Shouldn't administrators be like, having a seizure over it?
~Later
It turns out one did.
Um. Sorry I asked.
TBC?
And now for some review replies! XD
sonicfan8672 - Thanks! I'm glad you think so. I have the same problem with my math teacher, so that's why I put it in there. ^^
Silver4Eva - Looks like we have a Silver fan! Yay! I got that Canadian concept from the shape of his hair-doesn't it look like a maple leaf?
Soul The Catt - Your comments make me so happy! Thank you! Heh, yeah, Sonic's as normal as a jock with a hero-complex can be.