"Char! I just found out the coolest word ever!" Aimee called from across the familiar hallways of the Junior High. Now she had got me all intrigued. If she were to have said, "Never mind," right then, I would've blown up taking the whole world with me. Yes, even Newfoundland.
"What?" I asked all excited.
"Implosion." I stood in shock for a moment. Oh my flip on something during a blizzard! That had to be the funnest word I would ever hear! I mouthed out the piece of heaven.
"I know," is what Aimee let out. Implosion. I was in love with a word.
"A flappin' implosion," came out of my mouth in a hushed whisper. Now Aimee looked at me in the same way I had stared at her, or at least I think I looked like that due to the fact that I can't really see myself. That would be pretty awesome though. To be able to see yourself while looking at all your peers and fuzzy, woodland creatures. Man, I would dig that so much! Goll, now I have myself all excited for my future eye skill! Sweet!
Anyways, it took approximately thirty seconds for me to realize that if me and Aimee stayed in the hall any longer, math would put us in detention. I have never EVER had detention. I know. It's hard to believe, but my record is clean as a perfectionist's living room. If you don't know a perfectionist, their living rooms are clean. At least they have to be. Unless of course they lived with an anti-perfectionist and those two were fighting all the time.That would be a crappy household. Whatever.
"Math!" I somewhat shouted and both of us continued wallking to our shared class. We have almost no classes together. Just math. How come your closest friends never get a lot of classes with you? That always seems to be the case. I really hate it 'cuz my friends are the coolest people walking around Wyoming. Then there's my awesome friends from North Dakota, Utah, Idaho...you get the point. (note: If you don't, you're kinda stupid. When I say kinda, I meant to knock that out.)
We walked in fifteen seconds before the monotone bell sounded it's lock and the students were forced to remain seated and shut up, or else. I wonder if this is how people in jail feel, I thought to myself, I wonder. When I say 'thought to myself' I simply am trying to make the point that no one else will hear this thought because it's pointless and too stupid to be put into a normal conversation. Anyways, sitting and shutting up is my specialty, unless I'm with friends. Then I have ODD and talk more and more and more and more and more and more (and more and more and more effin' more!).
So while Brecht (the obese math teacher who loves to see his students in pain and with a failing grade)was giving a lecture on quadratic equation, my mind got the nformation it needed and drifted back to 'flappin' implosion.' What a fun phrase. Flappin' implsion on toast. Yeah, toast.
Toast. Toast reminded me of the first Bleach episode and before I knonw it, quadratic equation no longer exists in my world. Until the assignment when three people come to me for help (note: Remember the true eighth grade definition of 'help'.) and then I'm preoccupied. Then the mono-ring sounds once more to tell us it's okay to roam the halls for five minutes. I hate homework.