One of Those Days . . .

Let's see . . . wake up late, day sucks . . . girl asks me out, day gets a little better . . . get detention, day sucks again . . . . . I've gotta think of something . . . crap. Can't even pay attention in English anymore . . . that CAN'T help things . . . . .

What am I gonna do . . . what oh what . . . . .

"Excuse me, am I disturbing your meditation?" Oh screw off, will ya?

"No."

"Well then, perhaps you can explain what the author REALLY meant when he was talking about the mountain of bodies." Great. Not only did I NOT read up to that part, but I also have to already be on bad terms with him right now! Okay, I know there's a fight in this chapter . . . he probably wants something metaphorical . . . think man! Ya gotta redeem yourself . . . . . yeah, that's gotta be it.

"Uh, when he speaks of the mountain of bodies, he's talking about the bodies as being left behind as the souls of those that lost in the fights gathered up and departed together towards the heavens. Mountain is just used to convey the amount of bodies there are." Well, everyone LOOKS intrigued . . . oh crap. Teacher just flashed that half-smile of his . . . . .

"Very nice, I must say. Only problem is that I was trying to ask you what the literal meaning of it was. I assumed you could have improvised something, since literal is usually easier to catch. Perhaps you should spend some time studying up your literal and metaphorical, huh?"

"Uh . . . yeah, I guess so." God, I hate this guy . . . . .

Hmm . . . never did find out what the "mountain of bodies" meant . . . ah screw it. That's the least of my problems now . . . what am I supposed to tell her? "Sorry, I can't make it, I was stupid in class"? Yeah, I'm sure that'll work . . . good thing my next class is just Computer Studies . . . slack-class. I can think a bit . . . . .

Well, the halls sure got crowded again pretty damn fast . . . still don't know what to tell her . . . . . hey, bright side is I don't have to think much longer. There she is . . . . .

"Hey!" Oh man, AND she's all high-spirited right now too . . .

"Hey."

"My, that was a pathetic hello. What's up?" Well, here we go . . .

"I . . . . . can't make it today after school."

"What? I thought you were free today!" Oh, THAT helped things . . .

"I thought so too. Turns out I'm stuck in English because I didn't do my homework." Ya know, that sounded a lot better in my head . . .

"Well I can't just go to a movie by myself!"

"I know, and . . . I'm sorry, but . . . these things happen, okay?"

"Yeah, I know . . . . ." God. She doesn't deserve this.

"Look, I've already been having a really bad . . . . ." Didn't even hear that part. That's wonderful . . . now I've sunken both our days! What can I do, though? What can I do . . . . .

Well, that meeting had to have had the worst ending in history . . . she was really bummed out . . . can't blame her, though . . . . .

All right, some jackass took my usual computer today . . . the last available one WOULD be the Mac. Damn it . . . . . I don't know how I ever took Windows for granted like that . . . then I've got this whole damn detention/absolute let-down thing to worry about . . . . . don't even know why I thought my day could turn around . . . . .

I don't even know why I bother . . . I'm not enjoying this game of Quake at all . . . . . I WOULD be brought up with a conscience . . . . . oh, I got killed. Too bad . . . . . Okay, screw this. I'm outta here . . . oh, AND the guy calls me a chicken . . . I don't even care anymore . . . . .

(RIIIIIIIIIING)

Stupid hall . . . stupid grade-eight's filling the stupid halls . . . stupid locker won't open . . . . . stupid detention . . . stupid life . . . . . even STUPIDER English teacher!

"Well, I'm glad to see you made it. It's progress, I suppose." REALLY hate this guy . . .

"Whatever. So what do you want me to do, make up the homework?"

"You wish. No, I'd like for you to write a five-page expository essay about why it is important to complete schoolwork on time. You can leave when you're done." Bull S#*%! What kind of monkey-crap is this? Oh my god . . .

"Alright."

Well, it's ten minutes into it, and I'm already drawing a blank . . . okay, homework is important to finish, because . . . . . it can loosen 2X4s away from within the educator's cloaca, etc . . . . . hmm, maybe I'll get bonus for vocabulary . . .

"Well, I have a meeting to go to. You finished yet?" Yeah, I'm done 500 words after ten minutes. Good call, Aristotle . . .

"Not quite."

"Well then, I can't really let you go now, can I?" Gee, this situation must be hell on you . . . "However, this meeting is important, so I'm sending you to the tutoring center to finish your essay. Mr. Nomura will watch you until then."

"Okay." That lazy sunuva . . . won't even finish his own work . . . . . PLUS I get dumped on the tutoring center monitor? Sheesh . . . . .

"Mr. Nomura? Hi, Mr. Galloway sent here to finish my work."

"Oh yeah. He said you'd come by. Just take a seat wherever."

"Okay." Well, on the plus side, Mr. Nomura's pretty cool. I guess . . .

"So how was your day?"

"Don't ask . . ."

So this is how my piss-dank day is gonna end. Beaten, humiliated, wracked, and I also happen to have my actions on my conscience . . . . . this is great, really . . . I COULD'VE BEEN AT A MOVIE WITH . . . . . her? What's she doing here . . .

"What are you doing here?" My, she looks so surprised that I'm here too . . .

"It's your fault, if you wanted to know." Oh yeah, KICK me while I'm down . . .

"Oh come on. What did I do?"

"Ever since you totally vaporized my day with that sob-story of yours, I couldn't think straight in Math! I didn't take down ANY of the notes, and was utterly lost during the quiz, so now I have to spend time understanding the work!" Wow, I did that? "I hope you're happy." Yeah, I'm really happy about this . . . well, I guess I could help her out a bit. I mean, I owe her THAT much . . . b'sides, I've got the notes . . . . .

Well, I'm glad she's happy again . . . I'm glad I am too . . . my essay is kinda half-assed, now that I look at it . . . . . ah screw it, that jackass ain't worth it . . . you know who IS, though . . . . .

"Hey,"

"Yeah?"

" . . . . . Z'it okay if I walk ya home?"

The End

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