In Bio class, we had a filmstrip. More time to be tired. Finally it was over, and . . . oh yeah, that's where I came in!
Aaaaaaaanyways, I just got past the part where "I absolutely love her when she smiles", and we got out of the room. Tina then asked me if I wanted to go out for lunch with her and some other people. Of course, I would have (mother's out of town, didn't wake up early enough to make a sandwich, ya know), but I already got Subway on my way to school today. So as I went left into the locker "
hellway" (yes, the overpass hallway with all the senior lockers will now forever be known by me as "the
hellway"), she went right to meet up with Tony, Jason and . . . I think Meg was in there too.
Well, before I reached the dreaded hall, I remembered I didn't have a drink, so I did a quick detour downstairs to buy a root beer from the machine by the office. After I got the damn thing, I suddenly experienced the salmon-feeling - I was going up against the stream of people getting OUT of the school. Once I finally reached the "
hellway", Craig and Robyn were already sitting down with their lunches out. To their right, Jody and Amanda were working with their lockers. Gavin was a little off from the pile-up of people, talking to some other guys. Somehow within all the confusion I found a way to my locker and swiveled out the 3 numbers to open it. At that point, the mustard in my Subway deli-style turkey breast sandwich hit my nose full-force (it must've like, fermented in my locker or something!).
I decided to leave my locker half-open so it could air-out a bit. I then sunk down to the floor and rested my head against the locker below my own - where the hinge got a "handful" of my hair and yanked as I sat up.
"Yikes!" I cried out, which got a little attention (but not a lot).
"What's wrong with you?" Gavin asks me.
"The damn locker bit me!" I replied. I guess a couple people thought that was funny, because they all cracked smiles and such. Naturally I started rubbing the back of my head in a vain attempt to make me feel better; it didn't. Gavin then told us he was leaving to eat some hotdogs at home, so we all said see ya later, yada yada yada - my head still hurts. Shortly after my hair-lifting experience, Pete came around the corner. We all said hi to him and stuff, and he said hi back. Then he and Jody left the hall for lunch, hand-in-hand.
Things finally settled about ten minutes into lunch. The "
hellway" had less traffic going through it, people were now all grouped in their respective circles, and the hallway-banter was in full-force. My own circle had long-since been reduced to four. I was on the far-left hunched over a binder with my pop on my left and my sandwich in my hand. Amanda was "in front" of me, farthest out into the hall, doing her math work. Robyn and Craig were then along the lockers to my right; SHE was doing her math work as well - HE was . . . actually on retrospect, I don't really remember what Craig was doing.
Well, as I was writing whatever popped into my head at the moment (gives me something to think about later), I suddenly heard something I knew I was going to dread: someone down the hall (not too far from us) said,
"Hey, we should put on some music!" We all shuddered when he said that.
You see, he was part of that elite-clique-thing that all schools have. You know, they're the "cool", "empowered" (
and sometimes asinine), "popular" kids. They're the ones who seem to run things. They're the ones that thrive off of pop-culture. They're the ones that all the other kids probably love to hate (well . . . I don't know, some of them are okay and I'm good friends with them, but they all can become really obnoxious now and then). Worst of all - actually it's not worst, but at the time it was - they're taste in music just blows chunks! Like I said, they're pop-culture kids. They like their crap-ass teenybopper music.
What's the first song they play? "Date Rape", by Sublime. Now I hold that band with great respect and I love their music - I, however, DON'T love how I've heard this song every lunch period this year so far! That's the absolute worst thing about those kids; they over-play worse than a cancelled sit-com! So while we're all doing our respective works (and math IS trickier this year!), we have to hear the same
effing song we've heard every day AGAIN! Well, it wasn't too bad and we survived it, but I hold nothing back at what they did next - I initially heard the intro for "Kryptonite", by Three Doors Down. I would've been quite content if that's what they played; I find that's a pretty good song. They didn't, though. They stopped playing it about 2 seconds into it. What did they put in its place? Some Janet Jackson song!
Generally I'm a pretty forgiving person. I don't attack others for their personal preferences and such. I just really can't stand these kids though! I mean, not only are they PLAYING crap on that player, but the player itself IS crap! There is NO bass in it, it skips when someone walks by, and the speakers have probably been blown out years ago! And yet they STILL play it as loud as the machine will go! And if that wasn't bad enough, the girls in that group are STILL louder than the music as they talk to each other! So I'm just eating my turkey breast sandwich, writing my stuff, just trying to block this crap from my mind. It's not really working, naturally. When I looked up (I was throwing back a swig of Mug), I could tell that everyone else in the circle was trying too. Craig was just kind of resting his head on Robyn's shoulder, just minding his . . . mind, while Amanda and Robyn were focusing best they could on their math.
I suppose I could've done my math too. Actually, I probably should have, but ya know what? I was feeling a little too lazy for that. Besides, I was too busy . . . well, doodling stick-men shooting at each other with sideways "L's" (well . . . they were supposed to be guns . . . at least . . . . .). But really, I didn't feel like doing math. It's funny, though; I used to like math quite a bit. My guess is because back then it was easy, while now I actually have to pay attention and stuff. I know that putting it off is even worse, but I just honestly did not feel like doing that work. I'll figure I'll just come back to it later.
That Janet Jackson song finally ended, and a sudden rush of relief/worry came over me. I mean, what would they play next? Well, suddenly we got a lucky break; they played "Alive", by Edwin. I was very relieved.
Sometimes those kids don't screw up so much after all! Of course, I'm stressing that "sometimes" a LOT! Well, if you've heard the song, you know how tranquil it can get, and within that moment I let out one of those loud exhales.
"Oh, you don't like Edwin?" Robyn quips after I started breathing normal again. I suddenly realized that's how that heavy breath could've been seen as. Oops.
"Oh, no. I'm just tired." She got it. I just went back to quietly sitting.
About halfway through the lunch break, "the cool ones" had some techno-song I didn't know on. It was okay, I suppose, but I'm really not a huge fan of techno. Shortly after the song started, Gavin came back to grace us with his presence. He said all his funky hellos and took a seat in the circle. I guess he was a little disappointed, because no one really looked in the mood for a conversation. Lord knows he tried to get someone to talk with him. He did get people's attention now and then with a good line here and there - hardly what you could call a conversation.
Well, they finished that techno-thing and started the next song. My ears perked up when I heard the first couple riffs and I got semi-excited; it was Led Zeppelin's very own "Stairway to Heaven"! My cheeriness was cut short when they cut it off before the vocals even had a chance to come on. Once again, I bring up how I hate those kids . . . then I had even MORE reason to hate them - they started up possibly the worst thing they could have chosen to start up. As the intro came up, everyone around me grimaced in disgust. I started going white-knuckled . . . . .
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I think I did it again . . ."
They played Britney Spears. Of all the audio excrement they could have chosen from, why did they decide on Britney Spears? Who was picking this crap to play?
Well, of the one plus to that experience, they didn't finish that song either (probably the only time I have EVER liked them doing that). They then played "Hotel California", which I thought was okay. One snag, though: they played EVERY day LAST year (
I'll just take this moment to remind everyone how much I hate these kids . . .)! We just kept to our own lives, of course, not really doing anything about it. I guess that's kind of our own fault and stuff, but we're really not in any position to do anything.
Actually, Tina once did something for us this one time. She's very outspoken about the comfort of herself and others (usually herself). Last day at lunch, the "cool kids" were playing Sublime; again. I guess Tina had had enough: she looks down the hall to them and shouts, "Change the damn CD already!" The great thing about it was that it actually worked! They stopped the song, and put something . . . less irritating on. (
Sigh,) Of course, she wasn't here today, so we were kind of screwed. But, not for much longer - the bell's gonna go in about five minutes.
At that very moment, EVERYONE came back! Just in time too, I might add (Those damn "cool kids" just started playing N'Sync [once again, what the crap's wrong with those kids???]). Tina headed the pack of people that came through the doors: herself, then Jason, then Tony, and then Meg (I guess she was with Tin' after all . . .). A little after that, Tracy came down from the other end of the hall. I really don't know what to tell ya after that, we went to English, picked up Eve along the way, and yeah; that's about it. So yeah, I'm done here.
And yet I can't help but notice you're still here. You think I have more to this or something? I don't, ya know. This is it. I'm done. Honest. You don't believe me? Please . . . give me a little credit, it's the first week of school and you think something amazing happens? Sheesh . . . . .
. . all right, you twisted my arm, I'll tell you about my evening later. In the meantime . . . "
This is a story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world . . . . ."
