All my life is supposed to be on line. I mean never knew the reality possible outcome of being divine. As far for my whole life, everyone is trifling even the gods that blacklisted me are hunting down my cushy ass for a fucking prophecy!
In other words; I'm screwed!
Okay, I know what y'all thinkin'!? But I ain't trippin, if y'all ain't believe' me maybe, this will probably convince ya.
It's was typical day in my life. Nothing is new and trust me, I never asked or expect my life to be worst or within a few days.
I took off my beanie and open my locker. Wouldn't you know it; my locker is once again filled with notes and some are flying from the locker to the floor. I look at my half broken mirror and see my goddamn reflection. Oh 神啊, I knew I should've just get that haircut last month. I'll probably look better with a Mohawk.
But as you can see I'm a dead-weight Asian. I couldn't think it will be getting any worst. Besides, I already had my daily dosage of taunts and public humiliation by all idiots whom, I consider inhuman.
Fun fact: This is a daily thing. My locker is flooded of these God-for-fuck sake notes, I might need another one built a new one.
As the great 观音 once said, accepting myself unconditionally and changes my mistake is key step to loving me and my secret love of asswhoppin' sum suckas. As digging through these hater notes, I managed to get through the garbage and got my treasure.
I secretly took a small bite of one of my hidden stash half-eaten McVeggies which, unnoticed for almost two weeks. I normally took a bath at night times only to avoid getting suspicion from bringing secret stash of foods in school – it became a habit because, just don't give a fuck (I'm vegan; the school don't provide vegan options.) I quickly return the grub and pick out Biology and English.
Already 14 and a sophomore in Bronx Community High School. A school for the greatest over-achievers and counted for the many trophy drawers that are almost everywhere in the school.
Believe it or not, I'm one of the brightest. A fast learner, I survived all the shits they thrown at me. However, I wouldn't get my hopes up for I'm on probation and this is the third school I enrolled. Permanent record speaking; I bullied a kid back in Hotlanta so bad, I fucked his face so good, which results me gotten detention. Then, you know what I don't need to tell y'all my shits before school hour.
I just happened to finished a harshest English lesson. Needless to say; countless things happened – spit balls, dusty chalkboard, stolen pencils, inability to read clearly and teacher's trying to pick a fight with me.
I guess homeboy was pissed for being corrected for the grammatical errors. Sorry not sorry, but I just aiming for the diploma. Although, with my difficulties to read, I managed to pass the subject with a B. Thank 神啊, my father is willing to hire a tutor who can tolerate me even with my exploding personality.
Still everything will be alright once, I met her fixing her locker. There she is the most beautiful and friendliest shorty. Known to be singing all day long she is the most hard-core I've known since Kindergarten. Little miss To good for Atlanta here is both a delight and fun to mess with.
"Does every time you start hummin, it tells to your heartbeat?" I asked as lay down beside her.
"Do you ever stop? Can't you try annoy some other poor innocent girl?" she asked as if she hates it.
"Can't, you're the only hummingbird liked to annoy."
She closed her locker. "Keep doing that and I might consider fetching a restraining order, Dimitri Wong." She smirked, raising her eyebrow.
Yeah, she ain't trifflin. She's the richest bitch in school, but she's also an American sweet heart. She's the perfect example of an overachiever and she's top of the top in entire 8th grade. Man, you can't help but fall in love or just scared.
"So, off to History?" I asked.
"Indeed. With Lycan..." she hummed.
"Urgh… I hate him!"
"I know, he's a total dick. Off to ?"
"You know it, see you at lunch?"
"It's a date Hummingbird." When she entered a class, she stopped her humming. Hey, she haven't barked back which mean she loves me. As I'm walking to class, I noticed a lot of students either step behind or glare at me just waiting for the day for my expulsion. Guess, the students here are smart and they better know who to be scared of.
Anyway, my class is next to the stairs access to the second floor. I thought today I might survive the danger of hallway but, a can of piss is thrown at the hallway. Luckily, the piss missed me - I turn my head up and what do I see, three fuck-ups standing on the stairs who clearly having death wishes. Two blonde boys and a Vietnamese.
"Hey Hunter! Don't be pissed! Enjoy your present!"
For the record, if this weak shit will affect me then think again. But they are laughing their asses off so, just for the heck with it, I retaliated by returning it with a kick. As it almost hits them, they run - Oh man my shoes! - okay now, it's fuckin' personal!
When I capture those hyenas, I'll – be late for class!
It's a normal class, but any other class lies a beautiful woman, who dressed decently and hair in a massive bun sitting on her desk. The stuff she teaches are boring but, is my favourite teacher. She's the only teacher who gets me and gladly worked extra for her. Sometimes, she shares her collection of 80's rap CDs with me.
"I happily received your extra credit report Dimitri, it's an A++."
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight! Go, DW! It's yo birthday! I secretly chanted in my head. "Ms.P, do you think if I keep this up, I might jump my grades?" I asked her.
"I wouldn't get your hopes up your permanent record stated other-wise." She smiled, raising her eyebrow. I know I said that she's my favorite teacher but man, she can be brutally honest. I kept forgetting I am on probation, one wrong move then I'm out of the street with them broke-asses.
I sit in front as usual. Other normies starts coming in to sit anywhere but near me. Knowing my classmates, I know who'll share my personal space: The Clown Trios.
Yeah, we share the same class – they always sit all over me even at other classes I took.
I felt one of them – the dirty blonde – just shoved me while I'm sitting. At this rate, I'm sure there will be something idiotic and childish about to happen.
"Alright. I noticed y'alls are down, I assume you guys had clear understanding of the Neuron system by now? Cause' this mama gonna kick y'alls asses if not."
Me and five others laughed at her remarks. See the thing is Ms.P is a fun teacher - she even loves to make class more like therapy we all need other than praying to Buddha Himself.
"Okay, can anyone tell me which part is the system that triggers through a sudden reaction? Anyone? Hunter?"
I turn around, to catch on.
"Oh, I'm sorry what?"
She happily repeated, "Which part of the neuron system triggers the sudden reaction?"
"Uhm… that would be… WOW!" The fool behind me kicked my chair and fell down.
It's not the first prank they pulled, but that did it! Everyone are still enjoying my humiliation even without showing their burst of laughing. I would laugh too if I wasn't diagnosed with ODD.
"Nice fall! Hunter! Why don't you just stay there!"
I held the urge to hit him with my chair by chanting, Om Mani Padme Hum inside. It's not working, but does stops from giving me a reason to be in trouble.
"Boy, no joking around! This is Biology, not Physics. Let me help you Hunter." Ms.P lend me a hand which I accept.
As much as I love to kick his ass or just cuss a little bit, I need to show my good-side to Ms.P. Let's face it, she is the only one who ever gets me and I always fight with so many teachers since, grade school. I don't want to start another one with her.
So, I put on that Atlantan charm on and got back to my seat. When, she's not looking, I lean behind to the punk's smug of a face and muttered, "Gonna get yo ass after school, Clown!"
I know I'll probably be expelled, but I yearn the day they loss all their good teeth and I ain't paying their hospital bills.
In a school like this, it's nice to enjoy lunch as a breather. Went to my locker to return my books and grab the rest my McVeggie burger. Damn, it's gotten mouldy but, to continue the vegan a Buddhist, becoming a vegan is like reminder of sparing a life to any creatures and avoid sins of murder. And don't get me started with wearing leather or fur so, needing the Oprah effect at this point!
While everyone's busy bragging about the gifts they got from winning a tournament or getting an honor or a scholarship from some foreign university. Also talking about their summer vacation plans in some boujie-ass country or fancy gatherings. I just sit by the wall on the corner alone enjoying my slob of a lunch. Huh, it's been three years but, I still missed Atlanta and the endless fresh peaches I could just grab without consequences.
"Ey, what took ya'?", I said with a mouthful.
To my surprise, Gabs' came with a bright red rectangle mark around her mouth as if she gone overboard with the lipstick. Hold the urge to laugh she looked like a camel of something.
"Couldn't you pick out a better spot to sit for out date?" I assume her valedictorian status did not go well with dictator.
"You know I cannot stand their bragging. Was Lycan even nice?" I asked our of the blue. To be honest she's really not in the mood to talk.
"Same, terrible!" she took a spoonful of her lunch. "Just today he just taped my mouth for just doing a little humming."
"Yeah, yeeno dat ain't gonna work with him, Hummingbird. Now just eat."
Nothing to worry, after this she'll start feeling happy again and everything will go back or she'll be extra perky after she took a bite. I knew some hoodrats would take 5 days to get over their wrath, but I don't see that in her. She'll easily go back to normal with just being happy within, an hour.
We known each other since kindergarten. Only back then, we hated each other. Hell, she always spoils my fun when, I "played" too rough with the other suckas but, I pay it back by dumping all the art stuffs in her bag. Our caretaker scolded us, but we end to big laugh and knowing what we did was legendary.
"You know it wouldn't hurt you try new salad for once?" She criticized my lifestyle. The Big Apple had changed her a lot. At this point, I'd like to find the tape and return it to it's place.
"The school's bologna salad. Hard pass! You trying to turn me into a cannibal?" Yet, I can't bring myself to do it. Man, why is she such a finesse and a bitch to me!?
"Still can't find a good table to sit on losers." I know this lunch wouldn't be nice for another a group of trifling hoodrats. Mitzy Carbinger and her 4 punk posers; two Heathers, a fat Sheneneh and an Asian Ken Doll all dressed in indigo-pink or something. These five heifers enjoys the suffocation of losers especially Gaby – probably because, they are just obsessed with her and trying to get back at her for refusing their invitation or just too good to be in their cliché or something.
"Not in a mood Plastic Lips! Can you just spill that you're pregnant so, you and your foo foo puffs can get the steppin?"
"Quit calling me that!" She told me.
"Not here to be rude but since you asked, I can tell your shoes isn't the only thing that smells like feces."
When she said something the other four said all laughed and cover their noses. "I always expect you get your clothes from the trash or in the sewers."
"But not as embarrassing as you couldn't get a single trophy like the rest of us normal people even if you tried, honey. Please sweetieno matter what you do. You'll just end up last ." Gaby snapped.
"Oh shut up, Phoney Gaby. Say I haven't noticed." She said as the other rats are laughing together. "You trying to keep up with the Kardashians or are you turning camel?" I'm hoping for a bus to just go haywire and murder little miss attitude! Or the very least shave her damn Adam's Apple for sho'.
Yet as once say; careful what you wish for or you won't like it. That says, numerous pigeons circle us and it's may seem normal because, them darling angels are scavengers of our waste.
While, Plastic Lips is still rambling us with her bougie babblin' – I couldn't believe my eyes. The pigeons are acting weird. It's like they are under a spell while shaking their heads. Then, I see the flocks of pigeons are flying above us all like spinning toy airplanes all over the school.
Alright by the time you hear this, in any moment now, there's a 70% chance of raining pigeon craps all over the school yard and cafeteria. All students now are advised to not have lunch outside and be sure to an umbrella after this.
Then, Plastic Lips stopped her babbling all over the sudden. She touched her hair and there she blows; screeching like a loud Budgett's frog.
It has begun.
All the sudden pigeon droppings are falling all over the school. Me and Gaby both grabbed our lunches and immediately run to the closest table for shelter. Rest assured, Gaby and I are fine; if they want to get my table then, they about to finish me before I do.