Chapter six

The next day came faster than anticipated. A good thing on my part seeing as how I framed someone for a crime I committed.

I guess I now know what it is like to be a criminal. Mommy forgive me cause I'm a criminal.

On my way to the cafeteria, I noticed how nearly empty the school was. I purposely came early for that sole reason though. I wanted to avoid the cockroaches we call teenagers as much as possible.

Quite ironic given that I am one myself.

Taking a seat at the furthest table from the others I sat in its corner hidden behind one of the pillars. Most teens my age prefer having company but not me. I liked my own company it was more peaceful in its chaotic way.

Pulling out a notebook from my bag along with a few colour pens I arranged them in order of the rainbow next to the book.

Gazing at the purple book with a rainbow stream on it the words "Dream wedding plans" were written in bold.

As I've stated before or probably stated before, I am the type of person who is meticulous when it comes to my future.

Do you remember Steven, my all-time crush from my old home?

Well, you remember when I told you that embarrassing story of how my mother found my uh...special plans and pictures of him?

Well, those weren't creepy stalker tendencies.

No!

Those were plans for how, when and where I would live the rest of my life with my future hubby.

Of course, those plans were destroyed the second we packed our lives in boxes and moved all the way here.

Which I first hated mostly cause of the dirty look I received from that grumpy old lady. Yeesh, she really gave me the creeps.

Anyway, that isn't the point. The point is I love planning.

So when I say that this notebook is filled with detailed arrangements of the time and date of my engagement and wedding to all three of my newfound loves, the number of children we will conceive, two boys and girls by the way, and where we live out the rest of our lives and when we will die, which will be together underneath a full moon on our porch swing while lovingly holding hands.

When I tell you that, it definitely does not make me a creepy stalker. As I've stated I just plan for my future, that's all there is to it.

Now if you'll excuse me I have a few wedding gowns to cut out and add to my collection.

"Tyler! Give that back!"

"No way! Guys check this out"

The bickering of two idiots carried off as more chatter filled the once bare and quiet room

How long was I doodling for?

Before I even knew it the cafeteria was filled with the young generation of parasites on our once beautiful planet.

Of course, I fell in the category since I've been leeching off of my mother for almost seventeen years and nine months now. Including the months I spent in her womb of course.

"Mason, dude pass it over!"

"Hang on"

Two seemingly good-looking football jocks loudly exclaimed to one another. Something I really did not understand by the way.

I mean they're pretty close to one another and yet they still have the urge to scream out their words.

Why?

"Alright, here catch it!"

Again with the yelling. Dude, he's not even ten feet away from you! Just talk to him like a normal person.

The one I presume to be Mason threw to his companion a peculiar-looking ball. Is that what a football ball looks like? Don't judge me okay I don't really take kindly to balls, especially after I got hit with one.

It looked really weird anyway. How can something like that be considered a ball? Wouldn't it be hard handling a shape that looks like it could defy all orders of nature?

"I got it! I go-"

Just as the other guy, yeah that's right I'm calling him the other guy so just as the other guy was about to catch it, somehow the ball slipped through his fingers before he could even clasp his hands around it.

As it made its way across the cafeteria hall it landed on some poor girl's face.

A loud crack was heard as it landed right on her-wait how bout I play it out for you? Like a sports or physics broadcaster.

The trajectory of the oval-shaped ball, combined with its speed and lack of air friction allowed it to zoom faster through the non-vacuum space.

Due to his miscalculations, other guy failed to get his timing correct as it passed right through his hands.

But what is this, his hands are covered in what looks to be grease from an earlier breakfast. This made it impossible for our side character to grasp the ball.

Making it look for a different target, and oh! It has found its next catch.

A young maiden or more like a whore was seemingly passing by, minding her own business at the exact time the ball was in her line of direction.

Without noticing it, she made the mistake of turning her head toward the ovular object.

Allowing it to come into collision with her overly caked face, breaking her nose in the process as an unsettling sound resonated through the room.

Just that small sound rivalled that of the students' loud chatter, making every eye turn toward the commotion.

An ear-piercing noise was heard as the victim, flat on her ass cried at the sheer pain she felt.

The red liquid slowly oozed from her nostrils as she tried, yet failed to keep it at bay.

Yeahp, you definitely didn't have it, other guy.

Ooh, I am so good at this commentary stuff I should look into it for a career path.

Soon a teacher patrolling the halls came to check on the situation. Whilst her friends were busy panicking over the bloodshed, she was taken by the elbow by him and helped her presumably to the infirmary.

Oh damn, I should be a poet. I told that story like a damn boss!

Of course, others were still panicking, the perpetrators were taken to the principal's office where their fates would be decided for them.

And I...well I was laughing my head off.

"Ahahahahaha! Oh my- did you, did that really just-bwahahahaha!"

Too engrossed in the joyful dispute I didn't notice the ugly looks I was getting. Or the sneers sent my way.

Even if I did notice them, I wouldn't care. After all, that was freaking hilarious!

"Ahahahahaha! Oh my go- ahahahahaha, I can't even!"

And it seemed I wasn't the only one getting a laugh out of this.

But of course, I couldn't go on laughing and ignoring the glares I swear those could cut steel!

*Brring*

Ah, saved by the bell!

Hurriedly packing up my belongings I avoided all eye contact with everyone and quickly made my way out of the thick aired room.

Two lessons later and I was still getting the stink eye. I mean come on people, that was extremely funny!

You guys know nothing about humour. I swear.

Walking towards my next class which was free period due to the absence of a teacher, I decided to make a quick detour to a special someone's locker.

I fumbled with the letter in my hand rethinking the words written on it. I went over the passage more times than I could count and still I was uncertain.

But in this life, there is no room for uncertainty. Therefore just as Robin from Teen Titans stated, I must grab life by the horns!

Punching the air for motivation I finally made it to my destination. Standing before the old battered locker of one of my honeys, I gave the letter one final good luck kiss and sneakily slipped it through the small crack in its door.

Satisfied with the finality of my decision I walked back in the direction I came.

A smile brightly displayed on my face. I was still getting glared at, but no amount of negativity was gonna deter the skip in my step.

Someone bumped into me and another sneers at me while one with really disarranged hair decides to shake it up a little with a bark.

A freaking bark! Who the hell intentionally barks at a person to frighten them?

It just makes you look dumb!

Look even the guy you're walking with gave you a weird look as if asking "What the fu-"

"Move!"

Yet another clown face demands pushing me to the side.

I swear if we didn't have so many witnesses I'd freaking jump you!

Don't mess with a crazy girl!

Taking my seat near the middle row, I took out my black 'goals' notebook.

Opening its pages to begin my crafting a neatly folded paper came falling out. Like a leaf falling from its tree, swaying in the wind then gently landing on the ground

Elegantly falling on my desk. Curious about it because I usually don't keep random papers in my books, I unfolded the piece of paper to read only to be shocked at what was written on it.

Written with curly, elegant letters in a bright pink colour were the words I was repeating in my head for hours.

Okay let's go back so this morning I was in a rush and packed my books in a hurry. Think Clover, think.

On my desk drawer were two pieces of paper. One was the letter, which I have with me right here and the other was my very basic plan of my marriage with Adam and having his babies.

...Right now I have the letter with me, not in Adam's locker.

So wait, does that mean?

.....I switched the papers!

Holy fudge, shoot, mother-fluffer!

Without thinking, something I seem to be doing a lot lately I got up from my seat and rushed out of the classroom.

I pushed through the students in front of me, not bothering to apologize. Now do not forget that these guys still hated me, pushing them aside is just adding oil to the flames.

Coming across a corner I bumped into a wall due to my uncontrolled speed. Not minding the slight pain in my shoulder I pushed off of it and again took off.

There it was, the locker and no Adam in sight. Could this be? Has the universe finally decided against torturing me for all eternity and blessed me with this miracle?

*Sniff* I'm so happy

Stopping at the locker breathing uncontrollably I held my chest in hopes of calming my racing heart down. I smiled at the realisation that Adam had yet to find that passionate future goal list of ours.

Now then. How am I gonna get it out?

Standing there with my thumb and forefinger on my chin I stoked it in thought. You know cause when you do this you'll suddenly get an epiphany?

But that didn't seem to be working now.

"Hmmm, what to do? What. To. Do."

A million ideas ran through my head of how I could open the tin box, and all could be considered ingenious but they all required a small pack of dynamite or TNT.

Hmmm, whelp I'm at a loss.

Looking at the corner of the locked tin box I noticed a small piece of paper sticking out at the corner.

Taking a closer look I saw words with a red pen scribbled on. Realising that it was indeed my letter I jumped up in joy.

Truly luck is on my side right now!

The problem, however, is only a small portion of it was sticking out. So grabbing it would prove to be quite the task.

With the tips of my fingers, I tried prying it out.

"Almost, there....come on, come on."

The small piece of paper kept slipping from my fingers and I tried yet failed to get it out.

I'm getting frustrated here! Seriously why? This is so freaking hard it's not even funny.

Growing annoyed at the inanimate object, I started to bang my fist on the locker door.

Maybe violence will solve this problem, can't say it hasn't helped before though.

"What are you doing?"

Stopping mid-bang at the sound of another person's voice I began to tremble in fright.

There's a good chance they saw me banging on someone's locker like a serial killer.

Not knowing what else to do I slowly turned to the person in question and gave a creepy smile. Although I didn't really mean to.

"H-hey there"

Only one thing ran through my head then and that was the fact that I undoubtedly was fucked.