THE SERIES OF: THE AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN GUY...

Awkwardness is a person.

Meet Guy. Guy’s a girl. Yes that is the name given to her by her parents.

This is made even more awkward by the fact that her full name is

Guy Fiona Catherine Stacey Mary-Kate Rebecca Claire Shauna Cecilia Alice James. She prefers Fiona, but most people just called her “Guy” or “That James Guy”. Never the less she’s your average girl, who loves to be talk on the phone and be with her group of friends. Other than her name there isn’t anything particularly odd about her. Except that she’s uncompromisingly awkward!

 

 

Monday. 7 o’clock. The time when most people got up for school. All over the country students everywhere would begin their daily struggle of getting out of bed. Not Fiona. She’s always up at 6am, always! No one knew why. It just happened. Fiona has many odd little quirks. Her socks each had numbers stitched on to them. One for everyday of the month. Except she always wore one day ahead. No one questioned her logic; Fiona’s explanations were always quite bizarre.

 

“I have a feeling I’m forgetting something important-

 

“Fiona!” yelled a voice from downstairs, “Breakfast is ready!”

 

“Ok mom!” she replied. Fiona stood at her bedroom door and her eyes peered around the room. Looking for anything that she might’ve forgotten. For a clever girl she was awfully forgetful.

 

“Seriously what am I forgetting?” she asked herself. There was no time to just stand there guessing. She left home for school at 8 o’clock sharp, every time.

Even if she were ready, Fiona would stand at the door waiting for her watch to say 8am. She’s incredibly pedantic.

 

“Mom, I’m having that ‘I’m forgetting something important’ feeling again,” said Fiona, pacing around the kitchen, looking for anything to jog her memory.

She rapidly opened and shut just about every drawer or in the kitchen.

Narrowly missing her mothers head by swing the cupboards.

 

“Hey! Hey! Calm down,” said her mother, “Honestly sometimes you pace around like a little squirrel.”

 

“Squirrels don’t pace, they climb trees... but sometimes they glide too.”

 

“Yes… are you going to have your breakfast?”

 

“I’ve no time, I keeping thinking I’m forgetting something important.”

 

“But you always end up remembering.”

 

“When it’s too late to do anything about it. Anyways it’s almost eight o’clock. I’ve got to leave for school soon.”

 

“Well give us a hug first,” said her mother.

 

“Do you have to give one every-’’. It was too late; Fiona was already stuck in a bear grip she couldn’t get out of.

 

“Mom I hate to interrupt your squeezing the life out of me but the microwave says has twelve seconds left. And I would really appreciate it if you’d press the stop button before that irritating beeping noise starts.”

 

 

 

8.15am. Walking to school on a Monday morning in January, the sky is still dark and the air is crisp and cold. The streetlights are still on and it seems as if the whole world is just starting again. Fiona didn’t know why but today she felt a sort of lightness. She wasn’t as tired as she’d normally be this time of the day.

 

“Honestly Jess, I think I’ve forgotten something.”

 

“You tend to do that often.”

 

“Yes but I’ve a feeling that this one is going to be really annoying once I figure it out.”

 

“Maybe,” guessed Jessica, “It was your homework?”

 

“No I’d never forget that. Once I get home I can’t do anything else till it’s done.”

 

“Maybe you forgot to brush your teeth?”

 

“I brush it every morning right before I leave for school, that’s not it.”

 

“Well sure I don’t know what it is- Car,” warned Jessica, putting her hand out blocking Fiona from crossing.

 

“Must you always do that? I could see the car.”

 

“Sorry, force of habit I guess.”

 

“ You can let me cross the road on my own you know?”

 

“Now why would I do that? You might’ve forgotten how to?” laughed Jessica. Time flew by as they walked and talked. What usually seemed like a half hour journey felt but a few short minutes.

 

“We sure got here early enough. Hardly anyone will be in,” said Fiona as they walked into the school.

“Now we get the radiators first isn’t of the lads. Well except for you GUY.”

 

“I don’t like being called that.”

 

“But it’s your name?”

 

“I would much rather if you took the first letter of each name I have and called me that.”

 

“You mean Gfcsmkrcscaj?”

 

“Yes Gfcsmkrcscaj,” replied Fiona. In no time at all the school hall filled up more and more. Five “Guy” jokes and one fail had already been made. Fiona and her group of five friends sat by the radiators laughing and being loud as usual. For that reason they were nicknamed ‘Girls Aloud’.

 

“We should probably get our stuff from the lockers,” said Sophie, the motherly one of the group.

 

“But the radiators are so warm,” replied Shauna.

 

“It’s warm in class too.”

 

“It’s NEVER warm in the prefab!”

 

“I still don’t know what I’m forgetting,” interrupted Fiona.

 

“It’ll come back to you eventually,” answered Sophie.

 

“But what if I forgot to feed my dog?”

 

“You don’t have a dog?”

 

“Yes but IF I did, it wouldn’t be very good would it?”

 

“I’d call the DSPCA, you shouldn’t be allowed have pets,” Sophie laughed, “Anyways when are you coming over today?”

 

“Around five-ish.”

 

 

“No! No ‘ish’ that word has been has been horrible to me!”

 

“No leave ‘ish’ alone!”

 

 

 

 

 

“I can’t. Last week my Dad said he’d pick me up from the cinema around

three-ish, I waited till quarter past four. I asked someone if the new chipper was any good, I got told it was good-ish. I tried the food and got sick!

 I asked what colour dress I should have worn as a bridesmaid, I got told yellow-ish. Everyone wore green! ‘Ish’ is out to get me!”

 

“Wow I didn’t know you and ‘ish’ had so many problems.”

 

“Well now you do.”

 

“I’m sorry I mentioned it,” said Fiona jokingly.

 

“That’s ok I forgive you,” chuckled Sophie.

 

“So… six-ish then?”

 

DRING! DRONG! DRING! DRONG! DRING! DRONG! The bell rang and everyone made their way for class. People would naturally bump into each other since the halls were so small. There was always that one kid who tripped over something.

 

“I have to remember what I forgot or else it’s just going to bother me all day,” sighed Fiona.

 

“Oh get over it,” said Jessica, “It can’t be that bad. Sure it’s not like you walked all to school and left your school bag at home.” At that moment Fiona’s eyes widened twice their size. Saying nothing she just turned around and walked the other direction.

 

“Where are you going?” asked Sophie.

 

“Home.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moral: We all know someone who went all the way to school without their schoolbag.

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[Ashley ✎]

Humorous, Serious, Meaningful, Love it :)