I call, I mention, a fact that can not be called reality. My mind is still racing for two years. Not a long time but still can not accept.
"You know what, Roddy? We're not in the era of Hitler's attack, aren’t we?” I said while enjoying my lunch.
“Calm down, Caramel! You think my tall body supports a tall brain too?” he added after his spoon carried the mash potatoes to my plate after two times of his. "Well, you're right about that. They say, 'Open your eyes and breathe in the air slowly. Surely you will feel the truth'. Which are actually? Sad, obsolete place!”
Instead my other nickname Carmel, he slipped into Caramel. It was a little annoying and impolite, but I let it go.
“I just thought this place needed at least some color. Or at least like Lumière de la ville la nuit (City light at night)! Well, at least Miss Verdamant predicts that this place still has hope! Ahohoho-"
“Ouch~ Cough! Cough!”
The girl with hair like a two-way drill suddenly choked.
“Please be careful, Verdamant! Swallow before speaking!” said Pebble, gulping the glass of water into Verdamant mouth full of proud laughter.
"Oh, sorry dear,"
The quiet man with brown hair in a ponytail stood up. "This is reality," he said as he carried my plate, Roddy, and the Pebble that had run out. "At first sip bitter, take a long time to get used to it. It's still bitter though."
"Ah, that helps," I said, giving him a thumbs up despite his flat face, but I could tell he was raising his eyebrows in agreement.
They whispered from behind.
"He's very poetic, right?"
I nodded in agreement.
"Heh…, That boy good!” Verdamant said a little haughtily.
"But sometimes I feel quite sorry for him."
"Huh? What is it about Sonia?" I asked her reluctantly. She is meddler.
Actually I'm also curious about the loner. I don't know, he just looks a little thinner and a bit more muscular.
"I know James is a smart kid, especially as Madame Caulburn's golden child!"
"Eh? he tamed the old wolf? Serious?"
Sonia nodded.
“I admit that people who are smart with numbers are geniuses! Well, there must be someone who doesn't like him. Of course I'm not the one, but I hope he'll do my homework if i get to know him! Ahohohoho!”
Pebble stopped her joke,“Ver-verdamant, that's no good!”
The drill-haired girl apologized again.
"Then what's the problem?" I asked curiously.
“At that time he crossed paths with Madame Caulburn. I accidentally saw it from behind. They argued. James looked disapproved, but who would dare to argue further with Caulburn?”
They and I nodded in unison. The problem is who wants to receive a barrage of inner attacks from the mouth of a tiger?
"Poor James."
Sonia nodded in agreement. "After class time ended, I went to see Madame Caulburn."
"Eh? Why bother?”
“I don't know, I just feel like I can't just let my classmates get into trouble like that. Of course I've asked him what happened, but he said he is okay, just a little trouble without any explaination. I’ve trying to asked to Madame Caulburn, but my efforts vain on her,"
"Not surprising, considering you're not an actress. The cry, the whimper, the persuasion…,” added Verdamant, pointing a little at her ear. "Even those words didn't come in, they just bounced from her ears."
Well said, at least we're all giggling. One thing that is lacking, if you have a bulldog, then the wrinkled cheeks that form like a wattle will be similar, plus the extra black eyes are a bit.
Actually Madame Caulburn wasn't that bad, except when she reprimanded me for accidentally carrying Elysa who had fallen down a small road near the laboratory. At that moment I felt that Caulburn was a bit one-sided. It's like holding a rusty iron when dealing with male students, or like a diamond being tightly guarded when it's a female student. Well, at least you can judge that Caulburn is still a grumpy dog, still a nuisance to anyone. But for some reason, this is not as usual, I am a phlegmatic, suddenly holding my chin while frowning in between Verdamant's jokes which she said Belle et charmante femme (Beautiful and charming woman)
The sound of the bell ringing, without rhythm, deafening, unpleasant, forcing to move my feet back to class. Not a special reason for the old building, because students have their own rooms. Don't think wrong, put away your fantasy that a boarding school will look beautiful like the romantic drama that the drill girl glorified. Your eternal friends for three years are a bed, a door, a desk for studying, a window that is sometimes broken, a blanket and a monotonous white wall. Prison? Oh no, don't joke like that. In prison there are no windows.
As with educational facilities in general, students are required to achieve their dreams. I didn't waste my age being an idiot, but I wasn't as ambitious as Sonia the perfect girl from the next class. On average, I'm one of the best. Despite the fact that I, Roddy, Rodriguez, Beckey and Foscow were branded as bad boys in class. Ah, when asked about it further I'd be a little bit objected, but clearly I'm not that bad.
Unlike Roddy, who always triggers our class to become a bit crowded so the class is a bit chatty with the teacher, Rodriguez whose feet are not destined to score goals at soccer, but instead make the teacher meeting room window change five times. This time it's made of bulletproof, quite funny to remember.
Beckey, who is like a comedian partner from Verdamant, makes the make-up teacher, Madame Shendelzare, have a blind spot that always focuses on the two of them. It's not like they're always messing around, instead this time trying to fix the relationship, it's just that the incident was enough to make me laugh all day. Incident face fighter, female samurai samurai.
Long story short, I was peeking at the make-up class casually, a quiet class with girls watching Madame Shendelzare being made up by the overconfident Verdamant. I thought it was planned, but when the door opened quickly, the whole class was shocked, not forgetting Verdamant's hand that was holding the lipstick sliding up to his eyes. I know that makes her like a samurai warrior looking with a battle mark. But that's stupid for a girl, that silly question shouldn't be asked. The moment was not right, so the whole class seemed to laugh at Shendelzare. Even though things recently seemed to be turning around, they were like the golden child. They both have always the best value. My pearl of wisdom is, the beginning of the door of closeness is through the path of mutual understanding or contradiction.
Or Foscow, a rather chubby man, obsessed with donuts. At his naivety, asking Mr. Dunsfold if he was wearing a wig. Actually I can ask at anytime, even since the beginning of cramming in Widehope, to be precise, the autumn winds are quite frontal sometimes. Pretty insolent for something done out of curiosity with a very inappropriate placement. As a result, the teacher left and moved to another school.
If I? I have no interest in those old teachers. They are beads that have lost their value in my eyes. After all, it's beads, right? Very different from real gems, dear la plus belle femme (the most beautiful woman), Miss Beagle, 32 years old, her hair is shoulder length and black, her perfume smells of chocolate, but no teacher here is gentle, at least firm attitude. I never even got a red mark in biology.
It's not like when we had parents called in when their child got a red for a reprimand. But sometimes 18 year old boys decide to act like a cool guy, full of short judgments for lack of wisdom. When class is over, I always kiss her hand. there's nothing wrong with the title of best seeking attention. It's easy to reason, culture for respect. The problem was that I held the hand for too long. It's only natural that time stops a bit when it's someone you like, right? Well, that hand for a long time passed by my cheek. In a bad sense, it made an pretty hurt impression physically. Maybe I should pay attention to that limit? What happened let it pass.
Time goes on and on and on, hearing my babble seems deep even though its value is very shallow.
Then the bell rang with a bad impression in my ears, and in my heart. But the pattern reads precisely which is our favourite. Four times the sound like a loud bell from a bus vehicle, meaning class time is over. We're like a triumvirate, planning to win the festival running race, for the sake of a silly bike, getting together first.
But suddenly someone stopped me. The quotes are in good terms, not to be overdone, but honestly sometimes I think my popularity phase is rising. I know the many advantages of a man who often speaks his mind, sometimes being quiet is gold.
"Oh, Elisa. What is it?"
"I wanted to thank you for yesterday." She handed me a packet of food
This is not a luxury, for the affluent and very common. But for us? It's so much better than a stupid bland mash potato with a hastily braised vegetable combination. Oh everyone knows anything when cooked in a hurry does not produce good things.
Sandwiches and milk are gold at this place. Elysa is a girl with soft sky blue eyes, light brown hair with a pink headband, the straight type without being shy. She's a year above me, really a good upperclassman.
I think that was two weeks ago. It's not like my treatment same for Beagle full of gestures a man's dream of. For Elysa, it's just instinct, not like the main character in fantasy cartoons. It's actually quite embarrassing to admit, but my predicate being labeled a bad boy didn't stop at the Beagle.
I carried Elysa who was unable to walk at that time, her legs were bleeding. Looks like she's preparing for a running race. As enthusiastic as we are, eh? The problem was that we crossed paths with Caulburn. You know what that means, right? Dogs always bark first. In hher eyes it was like a potentially bad relationship at our ages? Well, I agree that it's like the drama Verdamant was talking about at least.
"Eh? Are you sure? Even with the scholarship allotment, buying food like this once, I can sacrifice my ration for five days,” i asked her again.
She shook her head confidently.
“I'm from the front side. I am also a student with a scholarship, after all, my parents also supply it.”
Ah, hearing that for some reason tickled my stomach a bit with a lightly rubbing pin. It made me jealous of the fate that had inhabited me all this time. Her words sounded a bit arrogant, it felt like my hand wanted to hit her cheek hard. The problem is that it's my principle to stay cool with every girl. The picture is like a cake on a plate. Not even a piece of cake, not even the plate. We are like little plastic forks that we throw away after eating.
I just received the package.
"In the future I need your help," she said with a pleading expression.
I got confused on two things. The problem with receiving this sumptuous meal is enough to make my friends annoy me, let alone a girl who can be said to be respectable. Unlike the Beagle case, where my friend was pleased to see me mentally tormented, even if it was my own doing. The boundaries of jealousy at the age of 18, especially about the cliché of approaching romance like this, I can become monthly.
The second, is why me? Where does that option appear? Who is referencing? Why would a respectable girl ask a guy like me for help by creating such unmotivated lazy eyes every day. Popular phase? When it's in dreams and wishful thinking. You have to at least swallow the bitter pill before you can understand which is a dream and which is reality.
“Hey, hey, if this is a joke then it's sad. But at least I'm not too motivated to help other people. What else looks complicated?”
The girl pulled me into a corridor, which was a little quiet from people passing by. His eyes warily looked over carefully. His movements are strange.
“No time to explain! When the time is right, the letter will reach your room! When it comes, please!”
From my point of view, she is like a squirrel being chased by a predator. Her eyeballs were not static and tended to quiver, looking into my eyes seriously. Her hands gripped tightly as if pinching. Her sweat is falling in certain areas around her uniform’s neck. Didn't have time to think about erotic things, my mind pragmatically two things. Accepting it half - heartedly , or reject it humbly , vilify my character , do not forget to sympathize . The situation I want to avoid the most, is at the most troublesome level, always comes suddenly in a state of being difficult to dodge or even refuse.
"Okay, but you have to accept if the only way doesn't make sense later."
She nodded in relief. I could see the weight was lifted from all over her body. Slightly limp, but not at its lowest point. After that he left. Even more surprising, it was an unthinkable third option. Fair play, sudden questions for unthinkable answers, none of the options.
Before I came back, I stopped in my tracks. To be honest, I'm quite familiar with the details, but I'm not yet interested in becoming a fictional character with the characteristics of a 90's mustache short uncle. The problem is that I don't want to step on someone else's line. Because the line is the boundary, like I said before.
Like the guests in white uniforms that I met before? Uh not really. Sometimes they have ties and black coats, hats that look expensive. Their previous cars were stopped by a barrier that told them to show identification before entering this place. If it was me, I wouldn't have crossed that barrier and left. I don’t care and completely uninterested.
Better not to know at all, than to listen and not be able to let go. The boundaries of absolute selfishness.
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