Extraordinary, chapter 3
Math class was boring as all hell. Mr. Gumman stood at the front of the class, for the entire period, talking on and on about what we would be learning this year; it was the same every year. I sat in the back of the class, looking out the window at the people mowing the school lawn. I sat there almost in a trance, while Clare wrote all over her arm in the seat next to me. Other kids in the class slouched over their desks or leaning back in their chairs, chewing gum excessively with their mouths open. A couple of guys were sitting in the left corner, snickering at each other, throwing pencils at the back of each other's heads, while Mr. Gumman talked on, not realizing that absolutely no one in the class was paying any attention.
The bell rang and everybody scrambled out of the room, heading in different directions for different classes as they walked out the door and told their friends that they'd see them in whatever class, whatever period. I walked out and squeezed between the herds of students that were all clampered together in a circle, standing the in the middle of the hallway. I hated that. Everyone took their time in the halls as they walked from one class to the next. I liked being in the classroom early so that I could get settled in. I departed with Clare at the end of the hall, while I went to the right side and she went to the left. I walked a couple classes down until I reached my Shakespear class. I settled in one of the back seats of the class, put my bag down on the floor next to me and took out my book, The Tempest, that I was supposed to read over the summer, which I did, but if I would of listened to Billie Joe's instigating, then I wouldn't of.
Kids pilled into the classroom and finally the teacher came in once the bell rang and class began. Even though I was supposed to be paying attention, I was just day dreaming. About nothing really. Random thoughts just came and went through my mind and I just sat there and started to think. Not about the class, but again, about random things. Like, I started this big arguement in my mind about how people shouldn't judge.
But time flew by and my head was almost spinning, but before I knew it, class was over. And then well, the day was over.
I walked out with Clare to her car. She I was digging through her purse to try and find her car keys. I was just talking about how the assholes in my Composition class were making rude and annoying jokes to the new teacher. I just don't get why they can't have a little respect, was my opening arguement. But then I looked up and saw a figure leaning up against Clare's car. I saw black scruffy hair, and a very pale face. He was wearing all black, and lots of eyeliner. He also had headphones around his neck, the wire leading down into his front hoddie pocket. He was wearing a beanie on his head, hiding his long black hair.
Clare looked up and ran over to him, her arms open, some things flying out of her purse. I then recognized him as Clare's boyfriend, Derek. He was the outcast of the school. And he was also deeply in love with Clare.
I sighed and walked over to the hugging couple, picking up Clare's things along the way. Derek kissed Clare on the cheek, pressing his lips on her face harshing, having not seen her in such a long time. He pulled his face away from hers, still holding her up in the air by her waist, his arms around her, and he looked at me and nodded, saying "Hi".
Derek wasn't my favorite of all people, because way back when, he got Clare involved in serious drugs. He actually just recently got out of juvenile hall for drug abuse. But ever since he's been there, Clare changed her ways very quickly, and claims that he has, but I'll believe it when I see it.
But even though I might not like the man that much, I still supported their love all the way. They were really in love and have been dating for years. She talks about him all the time, and is always day dreaming about him.
I said "hi" back to him, and all three of us got in the car. Clare drove me home and spent a few minutes in my room, looking for her one necklace that she left there a few days ago. Derek rummaged through my cd collection, and found a Finch album. He put it in the stero and then helped Clare look for her necklace. I left them alone in my room and went downstairs to see if anybody was home. No one. Well, besides my grandpa, but he was upstairs in his room. I walked out back to the barn and fed the horses. Derek came walking out of the house and into the barn. He told me that they found her necklace and were gonna go. I nodded, to preoccupied with Guenevere. I noticed that he looked at me with the same smirk that he always gave me. He didn't care for me much either, mostly because he knew I wasn't fond of him, but because he's not a good friend of Billie Joe's anymore...
They used to be very good friends at one point. But when Billie Joe was ten, his father died. And everything just kind of fell apart from that point on. Derek claimed that it changed Billie Joe and Billie just blocked Derek out. The typical behavior from someone who just lost a loved one. I tried asking Billie why he blocked out Derek, but he just shrugs all the time.
There is a bonds to why, but I'm just sure that Billie Joe couldn't take having his friends try to help him. He denied everything like that. Always trying to be the tougher guy when you can painfully see what he's been hiding.
I watched Derek turn and leave and then they both drove away back to his house.
Enter: rolling eyes here.
I let Thunder out of his stale and jumped up on his back, stuck my feet through the holders and tugge at the reins. Thunder began to walk out of the barn and then into the woods.
As we proceeded to walk on through the woods, I went back to the memory of Billie Joe and mine's first kiss. Climbing up the tree, the rain, the gray color of the woods and sky. I smiled to myself inside.
The sunlight was showing through the tree's leaves and shining down brightly on my face. Wild flowers were dying at the sides of the tree trunks. Leaves were beginning to fall, but not that many. I spotted a group of deer and saw them run away. They run through the woods, going back to their borrows. It all made me realize how much I loved my life here. How beautiful it was.
The bell rang and everybody scrambled out of the room, heading in different directions for different classes as they walked out the door and told their friends that they'd see them in whatever class, whatever period. I walked out and squeezed between the herds of students that were all clampered together in a circle, standing the in the middle of the hallway. I hated that. Everyone took their time in the halls as they walked from one class to the next. I liked being in the classroom early so that I could get settled in. I departed with Clare at the end of the hall, while I went to the right side and she went to the left. I walked a couple classes down until I reached my Shakespear class. I settled in one of the back seats of the class, put my bag down on the floor next to me and took out my book, The Tempest, that I was supposed to read over the summer, which I did, but if I would of listened to Billie Joe's instigating, then I wouldn't of.
Kids pilled into the classroom and finally the teacher came in once the bell rang and class began. Even though I was supposed to be paying attention, I was just day dreaming. About nothing really. Random thoughts just came and went through my mind and I just sat there and started to think. Not about the class, but again, about random things. Like, I started this big arguement in my mind about how people shouldn't judge.
But time flew by and my head was almost spinning, but before I knew it, class was over. And then well, the day was over.
I walked out with Clare to her car. She I was digging through her purse to try and find her car keys. I was just talking about how the assholes in my Composition class were making rude and annoying jokes to the new teacher. I just don't get why they can't have a little respect, was my opening arguement. But then I looked up and saw a figure leaning up against Clare's car. I saw black scruffy hair, and a very pale face. He was wearing all black, and lots of eyeliner. He also had headphones around his neck, the wire leading down into his front hoddie pocket. He was wearing a beanie on his head, hiding his long black hair.
Clare looked up and ran over to him, her arms open, some things flying out of her purse. I then recognized him as Clare's boyfriend, Derek. He was the outcast of the school. And he was also deeply in love with Clare.
I sighed and walked over to the hugging couple, picking up Clare's things along the way. Derek kissed Clare on the cheek, pressing his lips on her face harshing, having not seen her in such a long time. He pulled his face away from hers, still holding her up in the air by her waist, his arms around her, and he looked at me and nodded, saying "Hi".
Derek wasn't my favorite of all people, because way back when, he got Clare involved in serious drugs. He actually just recently got out of juvenile hall for drug abuse. But ever since he's been there, Clare changed her ways very quickly, and claims that he has, but I'll believe it when I see it.
But even though I might not like the man that much, I still supported their love all the way. They were really in love and have been dating for years. She talks about him all the time, and is always day dreaming about him.
I said "hi" back to him, and all three of us got in the car. Clare drove me home and spent a few minutes in my room, looking for her one necklace that she left there a few days ago. Derek rummaged through my cd collection, and found a Finch album. He put it in the stero and then helped Clare look for her necklace. I left them alone in my room and went downstairs to see if anybody was home. No one. Well, besides my grandpa, but he was upstairs in his room. I walked out back to the barn and fed the horses. Derek came walking out of the house and into the barn. He told me that they found her necklace and were gonna go. I nodded, to preoccupied with Guenevere. I noticed that he looked at me with the same smirk that he always gave me. He didn't care for me much either, mostly because he knew I wasn't fond of him, but because he's not a good friend of Billie Joe's anymore...
They used to be very good friends at one point. But when Billie Joe was ten, his father died. And everything just kind of fell apart from that point on. Derek claimed that it changed Billie Joe and Billie just blocked Derek out. The typical behavior from someone who just lost a loved one. I tried asking Billie why he blocked out Derek, but he just shrugs all the time.
There is a bonds to why, but I'm just sure that Billie Joe couldn't take having his friends try to help him. He denied everything like that. Always trying to be the tougher guy when you can painfully see what he's been hiding.
I watched Derek turn and leave and then they both drove away back to his house.
Enter: rolling eyes here.
I let Thunder out of his stale and jumped up on his back, stuck my feet through the holders and tugge at the reins. Thunder began to walk out of the barn and then into the woods.
As we proceeded to walk on through the woods, I went back to the memory of Billie Joe and mine's first kiss. Climbing up the tree, the rain, the gray color of the woods and sky. I smiled to myself inside.
The sunlight was showing through the tree's leaves and shining down brightly on my face. Wild flowers were dying at the sides of the tree trunks. Leaves were beginning to fall, but not that many. I spotted a group of deer and saw them run away. They run through the woods, going back to their borrows. It all made me realize how much I loved my life here. How beautiful it was.
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