Tuesday, 18 August 2009
03:51:53 AM (GMT)
My day really wasn't that interesting. I had Science, Math, Religion, English and
Photography again. That was my whole first semester.
The whole day was kind of boring for me. In Science, we read a few pages in our
textbook and had a class discussion about global warming. Kind of interesting, but I
was too tired to actually listen. So, I pretended. I was good at that.
In Math, we went outside and played "Math Tag". Please, don't even ask. I
couldn't even begin to tell you how horrible it was. How...lame it was.
In Religion, we talked about the non-existent God some more. It was cool,
because our teacher didn't try to ram his religion down our throats or anything. He
just explained the differences of each religion to us, and told us that anything he
said did not reflect upon his own personal views. I liked that.
English class was pretty good. We started to write short stories. My story was
about an abducted child, whose mother got murdered during birth. I know, I know. I
had a sick mind. Muahaha.
In Photography, we went outside again and took pictures of trees and weird shit
like that. I tried to avoid Annabelle, but I couldn't with her in my class.
"Hey, Ave!" she ran up to me, her camera in hand. "Ready to be my porn star
"Porn star, eh? And when did this come about?" I laughed. God, I was flirting
too much. Giving her the wrong damn idea.
"Well, not exactly porn star...yet. But hey, we're getting there. Now, take off
your shirt," she smiled.
I laughed. "Nothing to see here," I pulled up my shirt a little, revealing my
abnormally scrawny body.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you a male stripper or something?" one of the
kids in my Photography class came up to us. I think his name was Salem or something.
I don't know, but it reminded me of salami. Immediately, the kid had a new nickname.
"Hey, it's the cat from Sabrina The Teenaged Witch!" Annabelle smirked, rolling
"Hey, it's the slut from Jerry Springer!" Oooh. Good comeback. I would have
high-fived him if I wasn't Annabelle's friend.
"Don't be sad...you'll get some eventually," she patted him on the back. He
glared at her and walked away.
"I've turned him down one too many times," she explained.
"Yeah, seems like it."
"Mhm...oh, by the way. I've got the hottest, most packed resturaunt booked for
us tonight." As soon as she said that, my face dropped. How could I tell her?
"Oh, really? What resturaunt?" I asked.
"Flings and Wings," she replied. I wouldn't even deny that it sounded REALLY
sexual. I burst out laughing at the name.
She didn't seem to think it was all that funny. "It's my dad's resturaunt..." My
laugh went from volume 10 to 1 in a second.
"Oh. Wow, I'm sorry.." I apologized.
"No, I'm kidding! Haha. I do have special connections, though. My cousin works
there," she laughed.
"I can't go. I forgot that I'd made plans with other friends before," I stated
as politely as possible.
"Skye convinced you to stay the hell away from me, didn't she?" Annabelle rolled
her eyes. "Fucking bitch."
"No, no, she told me that I should go with you, but I made plans with her first,
so..." I set her straight. "What's with you two, anyway?"
"Come here, I'll tell you what happened," she took my hand and bought me over to
a grassy area. We both sat down, and she began to tell me her side of the story:
"So, we were fine and dandy one day, right? Best friends forever, right? Yeah.
It was one day in grade eight, near the beginning of the year. I had a boyfriend
named Kyle, and I really really loved him. I thought he loved me too, but eventually
he broke up with me...for Skye. I didn't mind so much at first, because he was only
using her due to rumors that she was good at sex or whatever, and I knew he'd be back
for me sooner or later. So, I waited...and waited...and waited," she stopped for a
moment to look at me. I was still hanging off of that one phrase "she was good at
sex". I don't even know why, but I had an instant boner. Good thing I was wearing
skinny jeans. Otherwise I would have looked like a total asshole. So, boner =
"Anyway, after waiting for so long, I decided to go after him. It
was hard. Skye had him hooked on her. He wouldn't answer any of my calls or anything.
Then, I heard that him and Skye were going through 'shit', and next thing you know,
he leaves the country," I saw a tear fall from her eye. I hugged her.
"He didn't even say goodbye...he just left! He and I were so close...and he left
without a simple fucking goodbye!" she was now full on crying.
"I'm so sorry.." I really did pity her. A lot. I had no idea of what tension
that went on between the two. But I knew there was something. And I had just found it
out. I was shocked. Skye didn't seem like the type to choose guy over friend. But
then again, I only knew her for about a day and a half, so I couldn't be too sure
"It's okay, it's okay.." she wiped her tears in her shirt, and got up. "I'm over
it, anyway. There's plenty of other fish in the sea."
"That's true. You'll find someone," I told her.
"I doubt it, but thanks. Thanks for listening," Annabelle kissed my cheek.
"No problem," I said right before the bell rang. I had to catch the bus. I had
to sit next to Skye. I had to get her side of the story. I had to, or I
wouldn't sleep that night.