I stare closely at the empty coffee cup on the table that is now many instead of one, trying to demarcate the real cup from my imaginary ones. My eyes seemed to be seeing things double, I almost thought Mr. Cuba was two when he walked inside the cla.s.sroom with his big goggles. I knew he intentionally called me up to his table when he used me as an example of how girls should dress to school.
Some might be laughing at my big dress...but I don"t give a d.a.m.n for all I care. Maybe I look a little weird cos I"ve never worn this kind of dress for once in my life. But this isn"t just any kind of dress, It was a present from Magritte on my 15th birthday.
Magritte was like. "You"re growing my angel, This dress marks your fifteenth years on earth, though it doesn"t match perfectly now you will grow into the dress"s fitting someday".
Dressing this way was never my thing but Magritte used my weakness against me!. She dressed me up this morning cos I couldn"t dress myself as my whole body was heavy, of which Magritte noticed but I had to come to school to avoid meeting doctor Ken.
Plus the gla.s.ses I"m wearing to cover my red circles. I got irritated at myself when I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror... This isn"t Lara!! I yell making the students in the bathroom staring at me weirdly. I look closely at the circles around my eyes that are now darker.
The man is a d.i.c.k! I yell angrily when I stormed out of Cuba"s office. I"m sure Clara noticed how he was looking at me during lesson session and she isn"t gonna keep quiet about it cos Clara isn"t the quiet type.
"Ugh!". I sigh when Clara touched me lightly bringing me back to reality. I look up from the empty coffee cup as I feel someone"s eyes on me.
"Am I the only one feeling like we are being stalked?." I ask Clara who"s been scrolling through the textbook we came here to memorize for the cla.s.s text before closure.
"I feel that too... actually it"s not we, but you". Clara says as she looks behind. "G.o.d! he looks like Caleb, the first famous athlete in sport to obtain a corporate sponsor in liberty high.
"Oh" I sigh and looks behind to check if he"s still staring at us which he is and he"s kinda funny as he drinks and raised his cup to us. "f.u.c.k, the p.r.i.c.k still ain"t looking away". I groan and carry my head in my hand as it starts to pound violently.
"p.r.i.c.k? Gosh, he"s so cute and He"s... coming here". Clara whispers. "You alright? You"ve been acting strange since today".
"I"m fine".