Chapter 2: Chapter 2 - Never Ogle
After my heart has somewhat recovered from the pain, I feel ready to go to school again. My scooter is my loyal vehicle.
As soon as I arrive, I am greeted by a grin.
My heart becomes embittered when I see him. Not Manuel again… I hate him.
"Aye, yo, gotta joint?"
I sigh and imagine myself lighting this building on fire and dancing Macarena on it.
"Quiet! Cease thy petulant follies!"
Suddenly, another idiot of his kind gollies by.
"Bro, Lemme… lemme puff, too."
I step on his ugly Nike Airs. He screams like a dying cat.
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD- one gram for 400 Benjamins?!!!"
Idiots.
I make a sweeping movement in the direction of the school building. "Chop, chop. Go to school. It will at least do you some good.", I say while contemplating if their hashish consumption might have already eaten their brains like fat man Boomer chomps his burritos.
I open the classroom door and walk into Julius Plato S.'s arms. His scream is as jarring as a power drill, "Kaithleen, safety distance!"
He shoves me away.
Crying, I walk to my seat. Fat Manuel laughs at me from the other end of the classroom. "Quiet, ye plonkers! Thou art nothing but motes of dust in this infinite cosmos!"
"Shut up! Your mom is a cosmos!"
His shrill scream penetrates the smooth sensory hairs in my eardrums. Outraged, I fall from my chair.
Julius Plato S. ignores me, visibly disgusted. "Today, dear class...", he begins while picking a pimple on his arm, "We'll talk about the values of life and things that make us content."
"I only know alcohol content. Hehehehehehe.", Manuel laughs, then starts to cry.
Like always, I am the only intellectual in the room and point up my finger,
"Life has no meaning, babe."
"I didn't pick you, Kaithleen…"
"Just because you don't want to hear it, doesn't mean it's wrong!11!1"
Julius Plato S. rolls his eyes and scratches his foot.
He starts anew, "Every human has something he values. His phone for example which is for entertainment, or... love."
The painful realization hit me as brutally as a sword ploughing through my esophagus. Where are the things that make me happy? I have nothing, neither a phone nor the most important - I inhale - Julius Plato S.
"But the most important thing for a human is... happiness."
I collapse.
I fall from my chair and lay lifeless on the ground. Then I roll around like an Onigiri. My scream echoes through time and space. I… I cannot take it anymore!!!!!
Arcane words resound in my head, "Wake me up! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!"
The world around me slowly fades to black.
"Bruh."
"Kaithleen, stop rolling around…"
"QUIET!!!! I have neither joy, nor a phone, nor any reason to abide in this cruel world! YOU ARE FOOLS!!!! BLOODY BUGGERS!!!!"
I sense fury creeping up my spine. "I WILL NOW BREAK THIS RULER!!!"
I hurl and huff like a beast.
"No, Kaithleen. Put it down."
"WAHHHHH."
I press down as hard as I can.
A battle, ruler against me. I lose. The ruler doesn't dent. No! I break it in two. The ruler catapults into my face. Truly, it hit like Boomer's fat burritos.
Manuel and Julius Plato S. laugh… I cry. Idiots. I yeet the ruler away and it flies directly into Julius Plato S.'s eye. My heart stops.
I could never throw very well.
I remember how I accidentally gave my mother a black eye in the second grade because I took the saying "to get a black eye" too literally… My fist hit, truly, like boomer's fat burritos (again).
My mind implodes. I scream. I have just impaled the eye of Julius Plato S.! Like always life plays against me, just like the ruler did.
"Respect. He ain't ogling no more."
"Soon, a certain someone isn't going to ogle any more as well!"
"U wot? Who is certain someone? Dunno 'em."
"WHY DON'T YOU ASK BOOMER!"
"Bruuuh, dun push a boulder up a mountain, Sisyphus. Boomer is chillin' in the psychic asylum."
Julius curses with words I have never heard before,
"WOLLY GOLLY NINNYSOP! HOLY DOLLY JABBERWOCKY!" I'm scared.
The memories of my past flash before my eyes. I remember... The second grade.
That time, we had to learn how to use a scissor and how to handcraft a rubber stamp. Unfortunately, my mother taught me differently about the meaning of the word "rubber", so the teacher insulted my craft when I handed it in. I took the scissors. The rest is history. As far as I know, he's in a better place now. RIP in pieces.
"Call the ambulance!?!?!?", he shouts desperately covering his eye (I'm not sure whether it's still in the socket). Somehow, I want to dance Macarena again…
"Manuel, I have no phone. You have to call!"
This idiot actually CALLS the ambulance.
"Ambulance, where are thou~~~ ?"
The 400$ drugs are really kicking, huh.
"NO, YOU FOOL. YOUR PHONE WHERE YOU CAN TYPE IN ARABIC NUMERIFICS!"
"Wut, what Arabic numerifics. I only have American ones. Racist!"
Julius Plato S. faints, probably due to blood loss. I don't know. Perhaps, it's because he realized how pretty I am. UWU
"Hello?", the ambulance man asks curiously.
"I need an ambulance!", I reply on Manuel's phone.
"Here is the police…"
"Hello, I want to arrest someone. Some moron got murdered. What a moron.", Manuel shouts from the back.
"We need an ambulance man!!1!"
The police dude hangs up. I weep. It's too much. Manuel's prank, Julius Plato S.'s curses. I broke down! Help!
The fat dumb stoned cretin tears the phone off my hand,
"Bro, we better hide the corpse and cousin Boomer has just the right weed cave under his burrito joint."
"I only want my corpse!", I cry.
Mister Julius Plato S. regains his consciousness again.
"Corpse?", he asks flabbergasted.
"Yo, shit. Kate, no problem."
He punches Julius Pluto S.'s head with the broken ruler, knocking him out immediately.
"Now, he's dead. Here is your corpse."
"No, this isn't true!! Do you know what you have just done?!"
I sit on the floor and scream.
"WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE! CAN'T WAKE UP!!!!"
You could hear me scream as far as Africa. I could have sworn, a bag of rice just fell over in China.
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