Chapter 2 : Dummy

Chapter 2 : Dummy

I suppose you can say I’m good looking. Not to be cocky or anything, but it’s true! Most females cannot withstand my amazing male wiles. So why wasn’t little miss hair here, melting into a puddle of, well, hair? Normally, one glance their way and the opposite sex would turn into a mass of giggly, soft, squishy things. Maybe ‘hair’ isn’t a girl! She must be some kind of alien. Yes, that’s it.

Upon my self-introduction, she just nodded and grinned. No swooning. No giggles. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Amazing self-control, this girl has. Like I care anyway. Besides, she doesn’t even suit my criteria. She’s too small, she has the weirdest taste in clothes and she probably needs to be admitted into a mental institution. Oh yea, one more thing. HER HAIR SCARES THE CRAP OUTTA ME.

“Paul sounds like a boring name. How about something more interesting? Like, Zing maybe? That’s different. You can be Zing Zang Zoom! Like me, except instead of having 3 S’s, you have 3 Z’s!”

Weird. Mental. Out of this world. Rinse and repeat. Come on! Zing Zang Zoom? Someone send for a psychiatrist, pronto!

“No thanks. I’m fine with my uh, boring, name. Besides, Zing Zang Zoom sounds a tad too interesting for me,” I replied, giving her my sweetest smile whilst backing away into the hallway and away from her.

Wait a minute. What’d she say about 3 S’s again? “Hey, um, Hair! I mean, Sunday!” “Yes?” “What did you say about having 3 S’s again?” “My initials are 3 S’s. Sunday Summer Shae. Cool huh Zing Zang Zoom?” “Um, yea. very cool. So cool. Listen, Sunday Summer Shae, I have to go. My stomach needs nourishment. See ya!”

I fled from the crime scene.

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Either I’m imagining things or that girl is haunting me. Why is she haunting me? Is she dead or something? Did somebody take pity on her and end her life? Why isn’t she haunting them?

Everywhere I go, I hear her maniacal laugh following me, taunting me. I see her hair everywhere! A squirrel’s fuzzy tail resembles the monstrosity she calls her hair, I’m not sure how, but it does. Paranoia is consuming me, I do not need another encounter with the lady. I’ve gotten nightmares about her.

Okay, okay. Maybe I’m overreacting. Her laugh isn’t maniacal. It’s actually nice. All throaty and hoarse. I mean, it sounds rather similar to Santa Clause’s laugh. Deep. And full. It’s not an insult! Who wouldn’t want Santa’s laugh? Ho Ho Ho.

I don’t really see her hair everywhere. I just think I see it. I also don’t have nightmares about her. More like very disturbing dreams where her hair is tame and she’s wearing a dress. She’s also not laughing in any of these dreams. Instead, she’s smiling.

Crud. I’m not going soft. I’m not falling for this weird, mental girl. I’m not, d****t! Besides, I barely know her. She’s hot, I’ll give her that, but her hair takes away some major points.

It’s been four days since our encounter on the first day of school. I haven’t seen her in four whole days. I’m not counting though. Nope, I’m not. I just happen to have collective memory. A very good one at that.

I’m wandering around school, skipping class. I do not smoke pot. I don’t do any of those illegal things. I just don’t see the joy in sitting all cooped up in a room with thirty other people, learning things that are supposed to benefit us in the future. Since when do we need to know trigonometry to succeed in life? We don’t need to know that x+y will equal to z.

If you ask me, they should just teach us the basics and be done with it. Why go through another ten years of hardcore learning? Where’s the logic? I sound so smart. But honestly, I can’t sit still. I can’t sit in one place, not move and listen to some old guy drone on about stuff I already know. Or should know. I have a short attention span, so kill me.

As I stumbled down the stairs, I noticed (more like heard) ‘hair’. She was talking to a pug-like jock, his nose was so big and his face so flat. They were flirting. I could tell because she kept touching him and he cracked lame comments. About her hair. Of all things, why her hair for god’s sake? He could compliment her on her legs. Her pretty face. Her fashion sense. Anything at all and he chose her hair. Honestly, some people just lack brains.

I cleared my throat. The lovely couple swirled around to face me, puggy’s face twisted into an ugly growl whilst ‘hair’s’ eyebrows were raised. “Why aren’t you in class?” I inquired. “Why aren’t you in class?” ‘hair’ countered. “Yea,” the pug, I mean, jock, straightened up.

“The same reason you aren’t, honey,” I smiled sweetly. ‘Hair’ looked mighty abashed and managed a choked, “Oh really? Well, I was just getting some books from my locker and Sam here, was nice enough to help me carry them to class.” She grinned and smiled adoringly up at the ugly pug-faced jock. He glowered at me. Obviously I was not wanted -- but that’s never stopped me.

“So,” I leaned back against the row of lockers lining the wall, “You too together?” “What’s it to you?” ‘hair’ spat. I couldn’t help it. Might as well let the girl ponder over something while she enjoys her nonexistent conversation with Sam dear. I whispered into her ear, “Everything.”

At that moment, the bell decided to ring and an onslaught of students came pouring out of the doors. I allowed myself to be swallowed by the crowd.

Author's Note

this is chapter 2 :)