Chapter 3 : Unbreakable

Chapter 3 : Unbreakable

Tap...Tap...Tap. “Will you stop tapping already?” I looked to my left and glared at ‘hair’. We were in the same class for English. ‘Hair’ just so happened to sit beside me. , had assigned us a 500 word essay. Talk about a nightmare come true. Heh heh heh. Mrs. Lawnmough. Sounds like Mrs. Lawnmower.

Whoops.

Did I just say that out loud? My bad. ‘Hair’ must’ve heard me. She looks rather constipated.

“Is there anything you would like to share with the class, Sunday? Paul?” Lawnmower towered above me. “Actually, she kinda does resemble a lawnmower. She wears green alot,” ‘hair’ whispered from the side of her mouth, paused and thought for awhile before continuing, “She’s a vegan too,” then scrutinized our teacher, “Her head’s not exactly the right size for her body. Too small,” she finished.

That did it. Loud guffaws slipped from my quivering mouth and rang throughout the silent class. Oh, boy. I was in for it now. “To the principal’s office Paul!” she shouted, showering spit all over me. Like when you mow the grass, bits and pieces of the cut grass will fly all over the place.

I stumbled out of the class, chuckling as I made my way to the principal’s office. That Sunday Summer Shae sure is something else. A real piece of work. I haven’t met anybody who could make me laugh like that in ages. Sure, it was at somebody else’s expense but, all in good fun no?

I won’t bore you with all the details of my visit to the principal. Suffice to say, I got a detention.

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As soon as school was out, I got ready to bolt. No way was I going for detention. My mom would kill if she found out I’d been sentenced to staying back after school. I power-walked to my locker, gathered my books and prepared to jog home. And then it happened.

It was a llama. Red-blooded, fat and hairy. I mean, furry. You don’t get what I’m saying? No duh. Here’s what happened; I dropped a book and as I bent down to pick it up, a hoof stepped on it. It was fringed with fur. Thinking it was somebody’s shoe, I tugged. The hoof-shoe didn’t budge.

“Excuse me, bu--” I looked up and did a double-take. Wow. This person sure took dress to impress to a maximum. His or her halloween costume was flawless. It was the perfect llama costume. “Cool llama costume dude,” I grinned.

The llama-human thing, I have no idea what to call it now, made a loud noise. Before I knew what was happening, I was running away from it.

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My book. My poor, poor book. It’s all tattered and torn; the word Biology, in all it’s living glory, is now Biol, because its ogy, was ripped to shreds. By a llama, no less. Not only is my front cover ruined, but the contents of it are not even legible! It smells too. The stupid animal went and peed on it.

What am I supposed to do? Surely I can’t go up to the teacher and say, “A llama peed on my book. The urine caused the printed words on the book to sort of fade, and the pages of said book are stuck together by the yellow-y liquid. No, it wasn’t orange juice or any other sort of juice. Well, it just might be joy juice...”

They’d send me to the nearest mental institution! No, no, no. No can do. I will not allow myself to be condemned into such misery. I must go out, and find a new biology book! Yes! That llama will pay. In cash hopefully. That’s twenty-five bucks out of my pocket money.

“Ma! I’m going out for a bit okay?” I shouted as I dumped my bag on the smooth marble floor. Then, I raced outside and into the nearest bookstore.

“Hello, welcome to The One Stop Bookshop, how may I help you?” a voice from behind the counter said. Funny, there was no one there. “I’m looking for a Biology textbook.” I said whilst looking at a couple of pens, but somehow, the sentence came out as a question. “Well, we have a wide range of them over here.” I whirled around and came face to face with ‘hair’. “You!” I sneered. Oh, great. Of all the bookshops she had to work in, it just had to be this one.

“Why do you need a biology book?” She raised an eyebrow at me questioningly. I looked at her name tag. It read, Sunday Summer Shae. Does she put her full name on everything? “Urm, well, you’re not gonna believe me if I told you.” I smirked at her. She smiled and calmly replied,“Try me.” Okayyyyy. I hesitated. Then plunged headfirst, “Well, a llama peed on my book.”

She burst out laughing, a full, throaty laugh. I couldn’t help chuckling along with her, it was contagious! “Oh my god. Hahaha. So you were the poor guy who got terrorized by Mimi!”

“Mimi?” I asked, feeling scandalized. “Yea,” she took a deep breath, “She’s our school’s new mascot? I tied her to the janitor’s closet but she must’ve got loose. It took hours for me to find her again.”

I glared at her. “That stupid llama of yours owes me twenty five bucks.” She rolled her eyes and beckoned me to follow her. ‘Hair’ led me to an aisle filled with biology books. “Take your pick, it’s on the house, since it was my llama,” she said just as the bell outside jingled, signaling another customer entering the store.

She walked off, leaving me, to attend to the other customer. There was only one miserable copy of the book left. I hummed to the tune of Joy To The World as I paid. ‘Hair’ began humming along too. Together, we made a man-and-woman choir.

“Do you wanna hang out on Saturday?” I asked her. No! Wait! What am I doing! Stop mouth, stop moving! “Sure,” came the ready reply. My heart lurched. But it wasn’t an aw-man-she-said-yes lurch, it was a yes-she-said-yes! lurch. This can’t be good.

Once again, my mouth acted of it’s own accord, and grinned at her. Then, it said great. The nerve of it, I thought as I wandered out of the store, homeward bound.