Episode 4: A Not-So-Tired Celestia
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A week passed without me noticing much. John is still annoying as ever and always texting without me even replying to all his texts.
I don't know where he had get my number. I haven't given my number to anyone except the guidance counselor. So, it's so suspicious where he'd get my number. Or maybe he is a stalker. Wait, am I assuming? Erase! Erase! Erase! Why would he stalk me in the first place if he's a stalker right? I'm sure I'm not worth his precious time.
Whatever! I don't care where he'd gotten my number. I'll just change my simcard soon.
"Hey tweetums." He said smiling in the doorway.
Speaking of the devil. A handsome devil.
"Excuse me?" I said 'coz he's blocking my way.
"Oh, sorry. You can now pass, my lady." He said with a wide smile.
I hate that smile of him. It's so creepy.
He followed me in my seat and stand right in front of my desk.
"I see it's been one week already and you're still not replying to my texts. Don't you have load or something?" He said.
"You're right. I don't have load. And I'm not planning to have load either, it's useless." I glared at him.
"Ow? It's so sad to hear that. Don't worry, it wouldn't change anything. I'll still text you if I want to." He said smirking.
"Could you please stop texting me?" I said.
"Why? Does it bothers you? I'm not asking for your reply, just so you know." He said right in my face before leaving and went back to his seat happily.
He's such an annoying-stupid-s**t-crap!
As usual, the class went normal as ever and without me learning something, again. I hate chemistry classes. And Biology,too. Well, all of them.
"Miss Vega, you forgot your ID again. This is the last time I'm warning you." My Biology teacher said as soon as we exit the classroom.
What's with this ID thing? It's not a big deal not wearing it in school. It doesn't affects my learning either. Huhhhh, I think I'm such a forgetful brat. They're so unreasonable. Or is it me that's unreasonable.
But wait! I remembered that I wear it on when I left the house. Oh wait, again! I actually didn't wear it. I'm just holding it till I came in here and then...
Then....
I remembered....
Yeah, I remembered!
I put it in my desk! I'm sure I put it in my desk.
I quickly run inside the room and went to search for my ID. But it's not in my desk. Where is it? How is it gone? Did someone took it? Or maybe I just left it at home.
But hell no! I'm so sure that I bring it here in school. I'm pretty...sure!
Where is it? Where is that damn ID?
I'm tired searching for it in the whole room. I'm sweaty all over my face and neck, and still I haven't found it. Crap!
Where did I place it? I can't go home without that ID. Oh my gosh, I'm freakin' tired. Where the hell is it?
I am preparing to exit the classroom when suddenly my phone vibrated. I'm sure it's Mom.
"Hi tweetiebird!" the text says.
Oh, it's annoying John.
"I'm so happy today. I hope you feel the same." another text says.
Good for you! 'Coz I'm not happy knowing that my ID is freakin' gone.
"Are you free tonight?" another text received.
What's with this guy? Is he asking me out for a date? Duh, I won't date with him.
"I'll come and pick you up at seven sharp."
Whaaaattt? What the hell! Is he out of his mind? I did not agree yet.
"Agree or disagree, I'll pick you up tonight. Wear a semi-formal outfit. See you later tweetums."
Oh my gosh! Such an annoying crap! I haven't found my ID yet and here is this another problem. I hate him! I hate school! I hate this day!
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