Tuesday 10/1/12

So I'm at school. Again

It's especially boring, because all the teachers keep blabbing on about "How exciting the year is going to be!" and "This semester we're learning about toe fungus!"

That was my science teacher, Lola.

She obviously has a screw loose.

On my way into school today, I was just stepping off the bus when suddenly the ground shifted.

By ground, I mean the filthy gum-coated stairs.

Apparently the old lump that drives that thing around decided to drive a bit forward while people were still getting off. What an ass.

Because yours truly just has a knack for showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time, I twisted my ankle falling down a flight of 3 stairs.

So I ended up in the nurse's office on my second day of school, pressing an icepack up against my leg.

While I was sitting in there, a girl with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail came in. I recognized her as the girl that started the "Green is the Enemy," fan club.

She was sporting a rather un-fabulous black eye.

"Oh Neru, not again," the nurse sighed, and busied herself with getting ointment and other nurse-y things.

Neru glanced up at me with a scowl on her face. "Why are you here?"

My eyes widened. This was the first time someone had asked me a legit question in, I don't even know how long!

I felt like I was about to face a final boss, or something. If I screwed this up, I lost the game.

So being the expert conversationalist I am, I answered with a confused "What?"

"I said, why are you here!" Neru yelled back. This girl's temper is as short as Edward Elric.

"Oh, um, I tripped down the stairs…" I said rather quietly.

"Hmph. Whatever." Neru looked down at her hands, and began chipping away a her yellow nail polish.

So that was my attempt at making friends.

A pretty epic fail in my book.

But for some strange reason, while the nurse was examining my ankle and determining whether I could go back to glass or not, Neru tried talking to me again.

People are being strangely social towards me today. Its kind of freaking me out.

Anyways, as I was getting ready to leave, she reached over from her chair and tapped my glasses. "Yo, carrot top. What's your name again?"

I flinched at the sudden contact. "G-Gumi. Um, my name i-is Gumi."

"Gumi, huh? Hmph, how stupid. I like carrot-top better. You don't mind, do you carrot-top?"

"I, um-"

"Good."

And with that, I stood up and high-tailed it out of there. (Or, you know, limped out of there)

~.~.~.~

We're having an assembly later today. Great. It's probably going to be about drugs or bullying or something.

For some reason, the school administration can't get it through their thick skulls that we understand drugs are bad, and that bullying is not the answer.

I'm in English right now. My teacher Kiyoteru is going over the homework tonight, but I'll just pretend to be writing down notes, and use common sense later to figure it out.

Because I'm pretty much invisible, there's no way I'll get caught!

~.~.~.~

I got caught. And that's not all.

So we went to the assembly shortly after Kiyoteru confiscated my "Science Notebook." (wink, wink)

And, as I predicted, it was about bullying. Well, actually it was about eating healthy, but bullying always manages to find its way into these things.

Because its school. And school is all about bullying.

I was just about to sit down, when some asshole thought it would be a good idea to trip me.

I'm pretty sure he was on my bus, and had witnesses my earlier show of clumsiness.

So I go flailing ever so gracefully (not) though the air, and end up on top of this new kid.

I didn't even realize who he was at first, I was so embarrassed.

But as he peeks his head up from under my…um…ass, my otaku senses kicked in.

"You're a shota!"

"I'm a what?"

"A shota! Oh, sorry for falling onto you, but you're a shota!"

"Uh, yea, what the heck is a shota? And can you get off me!"

"A shota is a feminine male typically found in yaoi pairings!"

Suddenly I realized that the cafeteria had gone deathly quiet, spare some girls giggling at my stupidity.

At this point, my otaku senses turned off and I came back to reality.

And I realized I was sitting on someone.

And that someone was possibly the most popular boy in the entire grade.

Len Kagamine. Len freaking Kagamine.

Suddenly, the entire cafeteria erupted into laughter.

Some boys were yelling "Nice one, Len! Way to get in good with the losers!" while some fangirls were cussing me out.

I was so humiliated I bolted as fast as I could, running away from the loud teasing.

I'm sure the assembly speaker wasn't very impressed with our school's behavior.

As I slammed the door behind me, I could feel tears begin to trickle down my face, and smear on my glasses.

Why was I cursed with clumsiness?

Why does my otaku sense always kick in at the absolute worst times?

Why does everyone hate me so much they feel the need to make my life a living hell?

These are the questions that raced through my mind as I ran to the girl's bathroom, where I currently reside.

I'm sitting on the toilet lid in the biggest stall there.

It smells like period blood and deodorant.

Not the best smell in the world.

I wish school was over.

I wish I could go home.

Humiliated and never coming out,

Gumi (carrot-top)