This is a short story I've been playing around with for quite a while. I don't know if it's worth pursuing further, but it was great fun to write! This is loosely based on me if I was 15 and grossly exaggerated in most aspects. This has a bit of a _Freaks and Geeks_ and _Breakfast Club_ sprinkled into it, or at least, that's what I was indirectly going for. Let me know what ya'll think! I'd love to know!
Mostly Musings of an Adolescent in Bondage
Now, I can be a pretty shy person. In many ways, I'm not really, but most people see me as one. In reality, I'm not a "Little Miss Quiet" or whatever. I easn't really like that at all. Anyone who really knew me would say I loved to laugh, joke, watch movies, act like a moron, be completely random, and play various videogames. Yes, even the ones with guns and varying degress of blood. But in school, we tend to "be" what were not. So I guess this was it. I had finally got put in detention for the first time. I was a good student. I never ditched. I never did any of that "rebelling kid" crud. I was one of the quiet kids.
Carefully, I opened the door, trying to eliminate any sound so none of the kids would look up and see me as I came in. Success! I had managed to turn and hold the knob enough so the lock majigger wouldn't stick out and click on the door frame as I opened it. Yeah, I know it's not really called "lock majigger," but my mind wasn't deeply concerned with using appropriate door mechanism jargon at the moment. Excuse me if some lock or door mechanism lover just cried or died a inside from my uncouth phraseology. Right now, I was heavily focused on not having people look at me when I came in. I hate it when they do. That's about when I start to either ardently loathe or admire every last invisible superhero out there. Lucky punks.
I managed to slip into the room fairly unnotice. A couple looked up and gave me bored, indifferent stares. Hurry and sit down before more look up! I silently urged myself. I really hope no one recognizes me...I made it to an empty desk with the usual amount of left over graphite smears tatooing its chipped surface. It was on the second to last row, third desk from the back. I did not feel like sitting close to a man who had to baby-sit twenty or so troubledoers. Crap! My stupid backpack betrayed me before I had successfully stealthed my way to the desk. One of the backpack straps had caught on an unsuspecting chair.
The chair in reply screeched obscenely on the hard floor my my panicky momentum, but I was already sitting down. Pretending I was unaware of and hadn't broked the silence, I chanced a cringing glance. Most of them were ignoring my interruption and presence. A few were looking at me, while pretending to see something behind or close by me. Great. Just fantastic...
I recognized one of the kids looking around at me. My heart stopped beating. I knew those calm light blue eyes anyplace. Not to mention his cute, short, red hair. It was my one-side crush: Eric Vance. My face was turning into a deformed tomato that could easily place in any mutant vegetable fair.
No! No. Please don't. Not right when he's looking at you! Not now. Get a hold of yourself or I'm gonna punch you in the face!
I wasn't sure if I should look away or pretend I didn't notice that my face was on fire. Finally, I felt my wretched capillaries in my face settle down. He had only looked around at me for a couple seconds, but I felt like it had been much, much longer--like his blue- eyed, pale face was still hovering right in front of my desk. Good crimany! That sounds incredibly demented. My face continued to tingle, reminding me, shamefully, of how I had resembled someone with a terrible sunburn upon their face that mysterious vanished. I felt dizzy and nauseous.
It doesn't matter anyways. He doesn't lke you. He's never liked you. He never will like you, so move on and quit freaking out! He's probably wondering what I'm doing in here. I'm pretty sure he knows I'm a good student. Yeah right...I really doubt he's thinking about you. I dunno...you never know. Oh yes you do! Come on already!
I looked up again. I didn't know that guy's name with the spiky black hair sitting in the row in front of me, two desks to the right, but I knew he was a jock or in the somewhat-a-jock's group at least.
I looked up again. I didn't know that guy's name with the spiky black hair sitting in the row in front of me two desks to the right, but I knew he was a jock or in the somewhat-a-jock group at least. He was kinda cute, but I didn't really care for him. He never looked at me and when he did, he still wasn't really looking at me.
I didn't understand this 'unspoken' rule revered by many and abhorred by many others. Why in the world couldn't I freely talk to this guy without worrying of feeling like a circus freak gawked at from every angle while all of my shortcomings and insecurities were pointed out instantly with one passing glance from a jock or cheerleader type? I hated it. I couldn't stand feeling like that, how I felt right now in every last cell's obtusely-shaped corner located in my slowly-sinking-through-the-weird-school-tile-floor body. But he was still dang hot.
Curse his incredibly white, straight smile and narrow, hotly-pointed nose and chin! Don't you dare think of getting me started on his deep emerald eyes… Please don't get me started on those jade orbs containing captured stars, shining just for me…though, somehow, he'd never yet said so much as a "hi" to me.
My head became dizzy from the overwhelming fuzzy, hot stupidness, that most high school crushing infects your brain with an expertly-applied covering, briefly suffocating all crevices devoted to the logical, smart leanings I sometimes allow to momentarily pass into action when thinking clearly enough in my brain. It was so utterly blissful and freeing. Too bad it was a pathetic hallucinatory hope--but it was mine! Freakin' hurrah for me…
I scowled at no one, at thin, extremely boring air. Still, I did not know why in this sorry, stinking world I had to be forced to endure endless torture in this small, starting-to-smell room. I couldn't fathom that this had really happened--to me! This wasn't me. I was innocent! I was a good kid! I--
Then the male teacher who was watching us and who's name I couldn't remember spoke: "Listen, I'm going to leave the room for a couple minutes. I don't want anyone leaving this room or talking. I'll be back in no more than five minutes. If I find out that anyone was out of their seat or talking, you'll be spending two more weeks in here with me for two hours after school each day Monday through Friday without question. Okay?"
The room muttered some form of the response 'yes', and the thirty-something-year-old babysitter with wrinkled corduroys and a fake, confident smile squeaked his way out of our midst in ugly brown sandals. The sandals had two squeaks. The first was higher, and the second was lower. The shoes seemed to be announcing proudly to everyone within hearing distance in a creaky squeak, "I'm lame. I'm lame. I'm lame. I'm lame." I nodded my head boredly in agreement. As soon as he was gone, most of the class was walking around the room, talking to anything that moved, and some were even slipping out of the not-even-fully-closed door.
I pulled out some homework. I didn't want to be here, but I wasn't about to rebel anymore. I struggled through a worksheet about some Greek Mythology. Boring. Just when I was convinced the whole planet would stop rotating do to the lack of anything remotely interesting occurring in this classroom, I noticed my best friend a couple rows away, chatting with some girls. Hallelujah!
Just as I was, for whatever reason, discreetly exiting my chair and making for my friend, the door opened and the babysitter reappeared. I abandoned the attempt and lowered my head in defeat. As he sluggishly squeaked back to the desk, the door opened with a loud door-opening sound and the escapees swept back to their chairs. He heard them. He saw them. He was looking directly at them, but made no indication he had.
"All right, please put away all of your homework (I stifled a deadly snort from erupting through my nose and throat.) and textbooks. It's almost time to go for today." Suddenly the student corpses reanimated with incredible agility and vigor. (It's aliiiive!) We hovered anxiously behind our desks. C'mon, it's only one more minute, be a human for once and show us just one act of compassion!
I recognized one of the kids looking around at me. My heart stopped beating. I knew those calm light blue eyes anyplace. Not to mention his cute, short, red hair. It was my one-side crush: Eric Vance. My face was turning into a deformed tomato that could easily place in any mutant vegetable fair.
No! No. Please don't. Not right when he's looking at you! Not now. Get a hold of yourself or I'm gonna punch you in the face!
I wasn't sure if I should look away or pretend I didn't notice that my face was on fire. Finally, I felt my wretched capillaries in my face settle down. He had only looked around at me for a couple seconds, but I felt like it had been much, much longer--like his blue- eyed, pale face was still hovering right in front of my desk. Good crimany! That sounds incredibly demented. My face continued to tingle, reminding me, shamefully, of how I had resembled someone with a terrible sunburn upon their face that mysterious vanished. I felt dizzy and nauseous.
It doesn't matter anyways. He doesn't lke you. He's never liked you. He never will like you, so move on and quit freaking out! He's probably wondering what I'm doing in here. I'm pretty sure he knows I'm a good student. Yeah right...I really doubt he's thinking about you. I dunno...you never know. Oh yes you do! Come on already!
I looked up again. I didn't know that guy's name with the spiky black hair sitting in the row in front of me, two desks to the right, but I knew he was a jock or in the somewhat-a-jock's group at least.
I looked up again. I didn't know that guy's name with the spiky black hair sitting in the row in front of me two desks to the right, but I knew he was a jock or in the somewhat-a-jock group at least. He was kinda cute, but I didn't really care for him. He never looked at me and when he did, he still wasn't really looking at me.
I didn't understand this 'unspoken' rule revered by many and abhorred by many others. Why in the world couldn't I freely talk to this guy without worrying of feeling like a circus freak gawked at from every angle while all of my shortcomings and insecurities were pointed out instantly with one passing glance from a jock or cheerleader type? I hated it. I couldn't stand feeling like that, how I felt right now in every last cell's obtusely-shaped corner located in my slowly-sinking-through-the-weird-school-tile-floor body. But he was still dang hot.
Curse his incredibly white, straight smile and narrow, hotly-pointed nose and chin! Don't you dare think of getting me started on his deep emerald eyes… Please don't get me started on those jade orbs containing captured stars, shining just for me…though, somehow, he'd never yet said so much as a "hi" to me.
My head became dizzy from the overwhelming fuzzy, hot stupidness, that most high school crushing infects your brain with an expertly-applied covering, briefly suffocating all crevices devoted to the logical, smart leanings I sometimes allow to momentarily pass into action when thinking clearly enough in my brain. It was so utterly blissful and freeing. Too bad it was a pathetic hallucinatory hope--but it was mine! Freakin' hurrah for me…
I scowled at no one, at thin, extremely boring air. Still, I did not know why in this sorry, stinking world I had to be forced to endure endless torture in this small, starting-to-smell room. I couldn't fathom that this had really happened--to me! This wasn't me. I was innocent! I was a good kid! I--
Then the male teacher who was watching us and who's name I couldn't remember spoke: "Listen, I'm going to leave the room for a couple minutes. I don't want anyone leaving this room or talking. I'll be back in no more than five minutes. If I find out that anyone was out of their seat or talking, you'll be spending two more weeks in here with me for two hours after school each day Monday through Friday without question. Okay?"
The room muttered some form of the response 'yes', and the thirty-something-year-old babysitter with wrinkled corduroys and a fake, confident smile squeaked his way out of our midst in ugly brown sandals. The sandals had two squeaks. The first was higher, and the second was lower. The shoes seemed to be announcing proudly to everyone within hearing distance in a creaky squeak, "I'm lame. I'm lame. I'm lame. I'm lame." I nodded my head boredly in agreement. As soon as he was gone, most of the class was walking around the room, talking to anything that moved, and some were even slipping out of the not-even-fully-closed door.
I pulled out some homework. I didn't want to be here, but I wasn't about to rebel anymore. I struggled through a worksheet about some Greek Mythology. Boring. Just when I was convinced the whole planet would stop rotating do to the lack of anything remotely interesting occurring in this classroom, I noticed my best friend a couple rows away, chatting with some girls. Hallelujah!
Just as I was, for whatever reason, discreetly exiting my chair and making for my friend, the door opened and the babysitter reappeared. I abandoned the attempt and lowered my head in defeat. As he sluggishly squeaked back to the desk, the door opened with a loud door-opening sound and the escapees swept back to their chairs. He heard them. He saw them. He was looking directly at them, but made no indication he had.
"All right, please put away all of your homework (I stifled a deadly snort from erupting through my nose and throat.) and textbooks. It's almost time to go for today." Suddenly the student corpses reanimated with incredible agility and vigor. (It's aliiiive!) We hovered anxiously behind our desks. C'mon, it's only one more minute, be a human for once and show us just one act of compassion!
"Let my people go," I muttered as quietly as a female 15 year-old possibly can. That stupid black-haired spiky jock turned around slowly. My face melted from the bright white straightness of those teeth.
Oh how I deeply love detention. It wasn't that bad at all, and at least the teacher was a nice guy and never annoyed anyone, especially me. Did I mention that detention is way underrated? I couldn't believe how fast time had flown by in those two hours. The bell rang. Every student body galloped through the metal door. What's the rush?! This wasn't that bad. I could spend hours in here dancing and spinning in idiotic circles. Detention was the greatest invention in the world. He smiled at me with his teeth, lips, dimples, and teeth!!
I skipped with joyful glee, trying to give that wonderful teacher a embrace of warmest regard, though somehow his name escaped me. He had brought me and this black-haired angelically-smiling being together. That amazing man squeaked by after the last person had fled this precious, precious room. I lowered my head in respect to the great room I was privileged enough to reside in for a short period of time. I decided at that moment I must research and find out who had come up with the idea for detention and pray he or her was survived by a relative or family member--or pet. I must pay my respects without any hesitation.
Gliding out of that room, I saw my prince standing outside the door--waiting for me! I hesitated, his presence intimidated me. Then that blasted sensible side of my brain gasped for air. My one true lover was not alone. A harlot had her arm and body draped over him, her lips worked furiously, like a bottom feeder with a severe case of Tourette's Syndrome.
I stared in heartbroken realization. I remembered the annoying babysitter again and the terrible, terrible prison cell. I wish somehow detention could have magically transformed into a guy--that jock to be precise. Better yet, why not that stupid jock? How I wished to thrust my right leg upward and cause them to howl as both keeled over in ashamed, but dutiful, defeat.
