Chapter 4A Chapter by Peteypie
chapter 4 four
I am absolutely positive you have no idea what just happened. It may seem very strange to you, but in that one second things were not has planned. Interesting. So, the world was rotating and spinning around the sun, the stars we hovering in space, the universe worked like clock work until I laid eyes on her. Oceans boiled, mountains cracked.
People can tell when things are wrong, right, and everything in between. Things were wrong, I felt right,, and I was surrounded by everything in between. The everything in between moved around and I couldn’t see what was right, that was wrong, but I can still feel the right thing. I felt it. I felt my feet fly upwards, I felt the ground fall, I felt my body lift up to the sky. I felt myself hanging there. My world had been thrown upside down. Everything had been thrown upside down. The stars in the sky were my footing and the cement of the school yard was my horizon. All of the other humans dwelling in the everything in between were my clouds. My reality was gone. I could not tell what was going on if anything was going on. Weird is all I could say. Blaspheme. The reality I was so used to had completely disappeared into this new feeling. Gone.
Love isn’t the right word to fit here. That is not what I am describing. It was a moment of sheer awe and epiphany. But it wasn’t, for I would not find out till later. But. It was at that moment where things change. I guess that’s what I picked up on. Change.
It’s so strange how a single moment of revelation can twist your universe into a tiny ball to be thrown into the waste basket. It’s hilarious. Well to me anyway. I think I’ll explain later.
I was in a daze, just lost in my sudden personal earthquake. I do not know what happened to be quite frank. Things did not go as they were supposed to in that brief period of time. The organized fashion of this place, this place built upon the rigid order of the never ending ordinary, had given way in a split second. Exciting things are never supposed to happen here.
This was exciting.
Bri; a marvel of hormonal pubescent creation indeed, but she fit perfectly into the plan. Her thin pale body fit perfectly into the clockwork of this place. Into the clockwork of this place her thin pale body fit. BUT! Those two black eyes. Not part of the plan. They weren’t supposed to be there. I wanted to find their owner.
I walked past Bri and looked around. Only the other normal students were there in their sweater vests made of 2 colored yarns, each color complimentary to the other (green and red, purple and yellow, orange and blue). They were ugly. It was what these people wore. These people. People.
I tired not to consider myself people. Or at least not these people,
Were there any other kinds of people?
I surveyed the sweater vest. I searched through the forest of poorly knitted yarn only in vain.
The bell rang.
Time for class. Class.
I strongly disliked class. I hated class. Class sucked. The three doors opened in front of the school building seamlessly on their own. The sea of young thesepeople walked through the portals into the harsh looking building.
“What’s the matter with you?” Bri said a bit angrily. This girl was not used to being ignored. It must have proved to be an interesting experience for her.
“Nothing,” said I, I said, “I thought I saw something… something weird.”
“Weird?” she would have raised her voice if she could have, “The only thing weird around here is your behavior mister.” God damn it! Gawk at me and my little old classic high school girl charm!She probably wanted to say that. No. That’s what I would have been thinking if I was her. But she was her. She was perfectly normal and was not capable of such harsh words, That, ladies and gents, would have been weird. “So, how was your summer?”
Her voice was plain and feminine.
“Fine. Boring really.”
Two things need to be said.
The first of which is of course its boring! A summer in Thisplace with so many of thesepeople! Thisplace was a boring place to be. Nothing to do. Ever. Summer was uninteresting and just boring. But I hated classes. The whole year was just boring and pointless. Second is that no matter how much of a poor, uninterested answer I gave, Bri would just sink deeper into the “conversation.”
“Aww. That’s unfortunate. I had a fantastic summer. Me and my dad…”
Boring. I heard her words but did not process them. I walked up the stair of the school building with her next to me, surrounded by all of the thesepeople and their sweaters composed of the six basic colors in their hues. I and my black shirt may have stood out. But so did Bri. Pink. Not too ordinary, but then again she was meant to stand out. I was not color coordinated or colored at all. Me, Bri, and the crowd went into the left door.
Such an unlovely place. Those fluorescent light tubes were here. They illuminated every single corner of this unlovely place. Made of white tile this place was. The only real color here was the red ink on papers posted out side of class rooms from last year.
Funny. All of the color every theseperson wore was emphasized by the whiteness of this building.
Bri was still next to me. I could not shake her.
She is a robot. Definitely. Programmed not to leave me alone.
Why me? She is supposed to have a nice foot ball player. Isn’t she?
Or.
Maybe.
Perhaps.
This was part of the plan.
Nonsense.
Ludicrous.
Maybe,
Thesepeople were perhaps trying to draw me in. No that’s crazy. It is.
I got to my first class. Bri gave me a perky good bye.
The class room was situated like so, 5 rows of 5 tan metal desks. Each with out blemish. I sat in the second one in the second row, for every other one was occupied by a kid who sat rigidly upright, staring at the front of the room waiting instruction.
The teacher was writing something down. I can not imagine what.
She was fat. And ugly. She had ugly dark hair bulled back into a bun and she had a mole. She stood up. Her desk was to the left side of the room opposite of the door. I looked at the clock above the door. I looked at the clock above the door. I already wanted out.
“Hello class.”
© 2008 PeteypieAuthor's Note
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Added on August 13, 2008 AuthorPeteypieBloomfield, NJAboutHello, I'm Peter. I love music, art and writing. My favorite books are Coraline, The Martian Chronicles, Animal Farm, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, The Complete .. more..Writing
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