Chapter 27 Wednesdays=Weird

Harmoni;

I hated Wednesdays, everything about the day just made me hate it. Firstly it had too many letters, secondly it was the middle of the week, the two days before were nothing because you still had two more to go, and the main reason I hated Wednesdays (as of right now) was the fact that I had double art, it wasn't so bad I guessed, I had Seth to talk too and share ideas and try to guess what he had planned for me on Friday night, but then suddenly with a glance at the clock, he just left. No, I'll see you later, or I've gotta go and do something, just a bye and a quick scurry away from me. I was starting to think that Izzy was right and I smelt. Ok, I shook that away because I refuse to live in a world where Iziah is right. I went back to my port-folio, at least I could get carried away in that, until tattooed arms covered my page and litterly made me stop drawing. Seriously, what is it with people doing that? Looking up at Punk and his newly acquired crutches, I guess I couldn't blame them. See, the art department holds a lame art contest, port-folio of the year and the winner or winners gets their art displayed in the 'gallery' which was really a small dingy room that smelled funny. Reason that would piss some people off? Because for the last few years its been a Michales claming top spot, either me or Iziah have nabbed the gold while Alicia Fox comes in a pathetic second, don't get me wrong she's a good drawer, wait no she isn't, I'm just being unusally kind.

"What do you want Punk?" I wiped all emotion off my face, it seemed Jam did more damage than she thought, good.

"I wanted to apologize" He got out tightly, his hands gripping the crutches for dear life.

"And why would you need to apologze?"

"I'm sorry for being a prick"

I just looked at him, see people like him, popular people, always assumed that because I was nice that I was actually a pushover, or that I'm naive, I'm neither but I wasn't about to tell him that. Way I saw it, there was only one reason he was apologizing and it had nothing to do with me, it was his pathetic attempt to make nice with me so he could get into Jamie's pants, yeah, not gonna happen.

"And your sorry" He prompted me, so not only did he want to make up, he wanted me to do the same. Again, not gonna happen.

"I would say I'm sorry for smashin your head against the table, but I would lying and I was told not to lie"

He just shrugged and went the hell away, thank God for that. I was allowed a whole five minutes of breathing space before more tattoos blurred my vision, I was bout ready to kick some ass.

"Hi Harmoni"

I barely kept my eye roll to myself, dealing with Randy Orton and Punk were just more reasons to hate Wednesdays.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to apologize and bury the hatchet, I'm sorry for all the saw dust incidents"

"Fine, you've alleviated your guilt, now you can leave"

"Its not about alleviating my guilt, I really am sorry for what happned"

Blankness just stared at him, I knew now what he was doing and why and I can assure you it had nothing to do with me.

"Ok, and now you can leave Randy, I'm tryin to draw"

"Do you accept my apology?"

"If I say yes, will you go the hell away?"

"Of course"

"Fine. Apology accepted, now piss off, I want to draw"

So that was art, hot guy bolting out of no where, two douches saying their sorry for reasons un-explained but fairly obvious, why must life be so damn annoying? Suck it up and deal Harmoni, thats the only thing I could do right now.

I plopped down in front of Raven, ready to tell her what the hell happened. Instead she looked at me, deep in thought. "Hey do we have a Bio-Hazard class here?"

"Uh no"

"Oh" Raven said simply tapping her pencil against the page, "By the way I saw a zombie outside Chem-Lab,"

"A zombie?"

"Yeah, its an epidemic, zombies everywhere"

That was a little worrying but at the same time completly normal, if it wasn't zombies, it was hannibal clowns or mummy's that refused to stay wrapped.

"So do you wanna hear what happened to me in art?"

"Zombies?"

"No zombies"

Raven clearly looked disappointed that she was the only one that knew of the zombie epidemic, "So what happened in art?"

"Seth bolted away from me, just up and left"

"Did he turn into a zombie?"

"No"

"So what else happened?"

"Punk said he was sorry about what happened with the music thing, he had crutches. Turns out Jamie inflicted more damage than we thought"

"Good"

"And then Randy said he was sorry about the sawdust thing."

Raven gave me that look, deep and thoughtful, for now the zombies were put to rest. "So he wants to alleviate his guilt. Figures"

"He wants to alleviate somethin, but it ain't his guilt and it ain't with me"

"And you've lost me, what does that even mean?"

This wasn't new either, when she was stuck in what we called Raven-land, she wasn't as smart, I think the doctor said something about her brain now concentrating fully so things just slipped past her, to be honest I wasn't really listening, I don't think she was either.

"It means Raven, that he wants to" "And now I'm bored, I'm going to find something to eat. Do you want anything?"

"Uh no, I'm fine thanks. No chocolate"

"God, you're worse than the zombies. At least they don't speaky speaky as much"

Ah the insults, just another thing that was the norm, she would apologize later and mean it, so I could let it go. When Raven got up, Iziah crashed down in her chair, breatheless and red faced.

"Hey, guess what things just got a little worse"

"How can things get worse? Your sister is going on about zombies, douches are trying to alleviate their guilt but their true intentions are really to score," I ran my hands through my black hair "And now I realise the exact reason I hate Wednesdays, this is the worst day ever"

"Oh and it gets better. Guess who's back? Bimbo slut and British slut"

I groaned and put my head on the table, bimbo slut and British slut were also known as Layla El and Michelle McCool, they were actually worse than Barbie and thats saying everything if you think about it.

Raven returned to the table with her food, all stuff that she couldn't eat, she set it out in front of her before grabbing her vivid and scribbling on the table, through all the weirdness there was a method to her madness. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

"Raven you can't eat that"

"I'm not gonna eat it Harmoni, I'm going to smell it." She took a deep breath "Its been forever since I've had pizza, I miss pizza,"

On cue to make this day worse Michelle and Layla, bimbo slut and British slut slumped down at our table, Michelle's long legs pulled out a chair and lent back like she owned the table.

"You can leave now" Layla looked at us bored, waving her caramel coloured hand at us. As if we were under classmen that were afraid of them, "Did you not hear? Leave"

"Here's an idea, shut your fucking face before I harpoon it shut" Izzy growled, her silver eyes cast a look at Raven who's fingers drummed against the table, clearly in another world.

"This is our table, so now you can leave"

"I don't see your name on it" Raven said quite pleasantly, all sparkle and shine.

"I don't see your's" Michelle spit out making Raven giggle and move her arm to reveal the scribble.

"Its right there"

"Lay, I think we should get down to business" Michelle looked to her friend, for a moment I tuned them out, I was busy looking at Raven's drumming fingers, it wasn't mindless tapping, it was morse code.

"You know what we should do, we should just bury the hatchet and let bigons be bigons, I mean we're both adults"

"Really?" Layla asked, I wasn't quite sure if she believed Raven but she was an idiot so who knew.

Raven spit out laughter, high and very unlike her but the madness was there. "Fuck no"

I took her empty tray and smacked Layla right in the face with it, I may not play ball or any kind of sport but I could swing like a mother-fucker. Layla fell off her seat making people screech, just another reason why I hated Wednesdays, couldn't we just have one day where no one tries to start shit, one day where its just normal? As Michelle helped her friend up and tried to stop the thin trail of blood she cast a look at me, apparently not, being normal wasn't an option anymore. Oh well it could be worse, it could be Monday.