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| This is a rough draft of a story that I began to write not that long ago. Progression on the story has been--rather slow but I do plan on finishing it. Any comments and concerns are welcome, with that said I do realize that my grammar is a little rough. I am currently talking a basic level english class and am not doing too well in it, improvement is needed on my part and I hope to learn a thing or two from this community. Thank you and please enjoy, Hypnosis |
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*** As I slid foot across the linoleum floor, a loud squeak erupted from the silence. One of the secretaries coughed, as she quickly glanced in my direction. I lowered my head, as a sorry and sign of shame for what I have done; knowing I would create such a sound in the silent room but doing it anyway. The tick of the clock made me anxious, as I waited for a one-on-one with Mr. Hershel. A door opened next to the principle’s office. That door didn’t seem as grand as the principle’s, that had an engraved gold plaque, but the who could complain? At least that door had Mr. Hershel’s name on it at all. A student slowly exited the room, most likely a freshmen, and probably a new student. The kid past me and exited the office. “Kline?” Mr. Hershel called out from the room, “Yes,” I said clutching my backpack, “Come on in,” I stood up and looked around the office, my eyes felt really heavy today. “Come on, I’m not getting any younger” Mr. Hershel cried and a few of the secretaries chuckled. “Yeah, Yeah,” I said swinging my backpack over my shoulder. Entering Mr. Hershel’s office I noticed he rearranged his belongings. “You changed it a bit,” I said, closing the door behind me. “Sure did, I think it looks more spacious this way.” “I guess. Hey, do you know what else would make it feel spacious?” I said taking a seat across from him. Mr. Hershel’s eyes widened, as they always did when he was excited or interested; he was an easy man to read. “What?” He asked smiling, “A larger room,” I smirked as he snarled, “Ha-ha, real funny,” He said leaning back in his chair. “The Principle’s office is huge,” I remarked under my breath. “This what I get for helping you huh? Witty little comments like this,” He exhaled and shook his head. I knew he had done something to make my school life harder on me, any time he helped meant more work for me. “What did you do?” I asked hanging my head. Mr. Hershel smiled big, as he folded his hands together, this was an extremely bad sign. “Well, remember how you told me that you’d like to be more immersed in school life?” “No” “ So I got you into a club!” He hopped from his seat as if he were surprising someone at birthday party. “Why do you look so down?” He asked leaning over his desk. “I wasn’t the one who asked you that, maybe it was one of your other prep students,” I tossed my look to the side, obviously it was a joke, no one would come to him for help. “Really? Huh,” He falsely pondered on the thought, swaying his hips side to side. “Oh maybe, just maybe, It was your Aunt.” I let out a sigh. “Look it isn’t going to be bad, not like the last time” He said as we both looked up to the ceiling to remember my participation in the cooking club. “Or time before time that right?” I asked purposely. Mr. Hershel’s face turned sour. “No, neither of those were good ideas. This time I spent some time on the thought of a club” He swayed his finger at me. How thoughtful he was to actually cares about his student. “So? What is it this time?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “You can find out tomorrow after school” He smiled, but it quickly fell away. “How are you doing? It looks like you’ll need some sleep,” He said taking a seat. “Fine, yeah I will” “You making any progress? How are the nights now?” “Little by little, I guess you can say they are improving.” I cast my gaze to the back window, it was so sunny just beyond the window. The light teared at eyes as they frantically adjusted to the scenery of trees. “That’s good, you eating right?” “The best I can,” I said but was by no means honest, fast food was just too easily accessible. A first world problem no doubt. “How about,” Mr. Hershel paused, probably looking for the right words, but I knew what he meant already. “Socially” and I nodded to him, and the smile returned to his face, “Well that is all for today kid, two weeks same time?” I nodded to him again. “Cool” he stood as I did, then gave me a hand shake, “See ya” I said and left the room. Pacing myself to my first class I could sense the joy of the third term in the atmosphere. The third term is always the giddiest time of the school year, with the festivals and club activities flooding this time of the school-year. It put me on edge no doubt, when people are happy they seem more open and understanding then usual. Around this time is also when freshmen are welcomed into the school-life openly, the upper class-men usually lay off harassing them for the time being and look for new members for their clubs. This is the time of year I have to be more careful with the other students around me, steering clear of the masses attention, plus most get caught up in the third term hype and forget forth term testing. The fourth-term-blindside is truly tragic. As I entered my class, hands in pockets, I made sure not to meet anyones eyes. Roles will surly be assign soon for the Class Festival, and students hand out pity-roles like candy. I absolutely would decline such a role, not that I dislike participating but I do dislike the amount of work a large role is given. Taking a seat, I looked over to the window, student athletes were crowding the center of the field, probably figuring out what they would be doing for the Class Festival too. Athletic club members are allowed to be excluded from their participation in the classes’s Festival event because the athletic clubs put on their own Festival Event on in order to attract future members, a good scheme if I do say so myself. That brought me back to why Mr. Hershel picked now of all times to put an effort to get me in another club, I could only assume he knew the fact that students are extra lively around this time too, smart bastard. “Hey,” I heard someone call out. “Yeah?” I answered, unwilling to turn my head away from the window. “Melanosue, right?” “Yup,” Footsteps began to come towards me, so I turned to look who it was, and stop their advance before it too late. A girl stopped in her in her tracks, with a slight smile on her face she look me in the eye, casting my sight to the floor I asked, “What is it?” “Oh, well I wanted to know what your ideas were for the class event. We’re all open to new ideas ya know?” Her smile grew when she finished. Knowing how this girl was, I could positively say she had the third term hype, a good dosage too. “Well the class is meeting after school right? To go over the festival,” “Y-Yeah that’s right,” She said with slight hesitation that surly she meant not to give out. She and I both knew I was not invited to the after school posse, the only reason why I knew was because I over heard the jocks talking about the meeting in the halls yesterday. “I’ll be there,” turning my head back towards the window, I knew I had just dodged a bullet. By no chance would I go to that after school meeting, in fact both her and I wished against it. “Cool,” She said slowly walking back until her footsteps joined the ambience of the class. Right now I only wanted to think about one thing, and that was the study guide to my math class next period. As long as I could remember what the questions and answers looked like I could pass the test, I wouldn’t call it a skill of any sort but I was rather good at it. Test guides are like a handicaps for the class that I took full advantage of with no shame, all I had to do was make sure to keep the image of the test in my head. “Morning class!” The teacher called out as he entered the room, “We’ll have a group session today!” He cried with excitement in his throat. “The rows will determine your partners, and you will work on this assignment sheet that has questions relating to the book passages you read over the weekend,” The teacher Mr. Rich began to hold the papers for the assignment into the air, “I will give you until the end of the class period to finish this assignment, so really think about your response and converse with your partners.” Mr. Rich began to hand out the sheets to everyone as the class began to push their desks together. Looking over to my partner Kenny, I knew this was going to be a rather awkward class period. Kenny, an average sized pale kid has his own specific likes that I really didn’t know what to think of. Dyed black hair with heavy metal rock band tees gave him a heavy sense of atmosphere around him, but he was a rather chill guy. “We don’t need to put desks together,” Kenny said, slouching in his chair. “Yeah,” I said back not know if was in fact a statement or question, he was a real monotoned type of guy. As Mr. Rich reached us he smiled at Kenny, “How are we doing Kenshaw?” “Good Mr. Rich” Kenny replied “How about you Melanosue?” “I’m doing fine” I responded, “Good, well, here we are,” Mr. Rich said handing both of us the assignment sheet. Mr. Rich was an energetic teacher, so much so that it was a little off putting and too much to handle first thing in the morning. “Hey did you get to read the book over the weekend?” Kenny asked, and could only concluded that he did not. “Yeah,” “Do you think you can help me with these questions? I couldn’t get around to the book this weekend” “Yeah, sure,” I had no problem helping since these assignments we based off opinions, leaving little room for difficulty. Kenny did often do his work, and the times we are paired together he did do his part, so this was just being courteous. “So the what was the fifth chapter about?” “Well, from what I understood, it was about the main character figure out the character figuring about the girls Ein’s back story, how she ended up working of scientist and she did from for the mob.” “Oh so it was how she became a psychopath,” “A serial kill for the mob,” “Yeah, a psychopathic killer,” “Yeah, I guess,” I said not wanting to argue, it would be dumb to get into a confutation over a fictional character in a book. Though I could say he was right, being able kill many people takes a certain type of mental state that is irregular to most, but damn it, I wanted to defend the character. “You know these kids just don’t get it, ya know? They live their life like they are the center of the universe.” Kenny said, as he shook his head. For some reason Kenny did like to ramble about different things leaving me as spectator just nodding along, but I could agree with his statement. The earth is not the center of out our solar systems and the solar system is not the center of our galaxy, therefore they could not be the center of the universe. “They just don’t think about what other people could be doing right now, and what really matters” as Kenny went on my mind drifted away, more or less about aliens and the universe. “Opinions on about who and what we are in this world are often debated between people and there are numerous ways think about, I recently read that even if the Wright brothers didn’t make the flying machine that someone else would have around the same time. I don’t know what to think about on how the world works but I would like to believe sometimes things just happen, with no rhyme or reason to it.” “That’s deep man,” Kenny softly said nodding his head, “Yeah,” I said, embarrassed I actually said that out loud. “I think…” Kenny began on another tangent. I couldn’t possibly stop Kenny from talking once he started but it did give me comfort, since just about every other group of partners were talking. He helped us blend in. “Okay class, I want everyone to drop their sheets off in the back corner basket, If you don’t turn one in you will be marked absent!” The teacher called out. A few students began to scurry to find answers among their peers while I packed my things away. The math test was going to be a breeze next period since I could visually picture the study guide in my head, even after Kenny’s lengthy conversation. The bell rung and I got up from my seat, “Seed,” Someone called out as I walked toward the basket, “seed!” I heard again just before I felt a tug on my shoulder. A boy reached from his desk with an assignment sheet in hand, “Let me get the answers,” he cried. This was probably inevitable, if it didn’t happen to me it would have happen to someone else, some kids must think teachers are idiots. “Why?” I asked, not wanting to hand my paper over to him. “What do you mean why? Because I need help” his answer was more stupid then my question so I just held out my paper. “Make sure to turn it in, and don’t turn them it in together.” “Sure thing,” He said already copying the answers from my sheet. He will probably get a zero on the assignment for copying me anyway but it’ll be worth a shot. Entering my math class my stomach began to turn, a pit in my guts that was angered by the way the seats were setup, today must me national torture-me day. The desks were all grouped into four, and on the board it said, “Group Test.” This was certainly a curve ball, I have never seen a group test in a math class before but our teacher was rather spontaneous. Helping each other is the main theme in group exercises so this test will would probably along those lines, and here I was hoping to remember all the answers. Looking for my seat, I was dumbfound to see who was going to be in my group. Just like any other school we had popular students that were either good-looking or just knew a lot of people, Kassie and Jesse were two girls that were popular with the boys of this school, they had a mature feel to them with slender figure, two beautiful girls that were best friends read out bad news to me. I always felt that girls hanged out with whoever they wanted to because they were girls, but in middle-school I seen the rift in social grouping of students, good-looking girls who were stuck-up would only hung-out with other good-looking people and treated everyone else like they were not even on the same level as them. If two girls that were good-looking did not like each other, it began a social war and students close to them took sides. But they all had a common enemy at the end of the day, the most beautiful girl in the entire school and the quiet-beautiful type. These two girls were differently the stuck-up type, and I believe I do not use that term often. Sitting down, I immediately took out the study guide and slide my eyes across each row again and again. As the tardy bell rang I could here the two creep into the door, they were also the late type. Sighing immediately as they seen their seats, I could only hope they would turn around and ditch class. “Okay class, today we are having a group test!” Our teacher happily announced, as he began to pass out the papers he couldn’t help but give an encouraging line to every group. “Good luck,” was our encouraging line, it seemed a little half baked since I over heard the over groups pep talks, but I could understand that he just ran out of juice since we were the last to get our tests. Looking over the test my brain immediately began to picture and match the equations to their similar counterparts, I could see the A. Viciously scribbling, I cranked out the equations and answers, but as I came closer to the end I could feel the stares from in front of me. “You’re the seed huh?” Kassie asked twirling her silky blonde hair with her finger. “Yeah, it is him huh?” Jesse said snickering, “Uhm,” Kassie nodded her head, I couldn’t help but watch the two from my peripheral vision. “Is it true you scored a 26 on the compats test?” She added, but I ignored her. “He’s a little rude,” Jesse whispered over to Kassie, just loud enough for me to hear. Kassie nodded to Jesse and they both smiled to each other, “Hey have you seen Gabriela’s new car?” Jesse asked Kassie, as she pulled out her phone. They began to chatter and I resumed my pace, once I got past the log questions I could easily do the rest from my knowledge. “Hey you two, put your phones away,” Mr. Kens, the teacher said to Kassie and Jesse. “Oh we are stuck on a problem,” Jesse said quickly tucking her phone away, as did Kassie. “That’s what the groups are for, ask your partners,” Mr. Kens announced, I made a great mistake as I made eye contact with Mr. Kens. “Mr. Melanosue, could you help the girls?” he asked, looking over to Kassie and Jesse I could see it in their eyes the glory they tried to hide. “Sure Mr. Kens,” I said nodding my head, and he walked away. Sluggishly turning my gaze to the two, I asked “What do you need help on?” “You look really tired, do you sleep enough?” Kassie asked in polite bitchy way. “I’m fine,” I said turning my gaze away from them to an empty wall, “here,” I slide the paper across my desk. “Well, if you insist,” Kassie said, taking the paper and setting it just under hers. “Bitch” I murmured “What?” Jesse asked, but I kept quiet. I would rather not have a back-and-forth with them and I knew they needed my answers, it was a mutual settlement. Luckily that was the highlight of my day, a bickering set of girls that didn’t bother to study. My last class was my favorite class, it was always the same. We would listen to a lecture and the teacher would give us time to read our books, near the end of the class we would do a light assignment then call it a day. It made me comfortable that I would not be given any surprises, no curveballs or something into right field. It was the class I looked forward to getting to, that would mark the time a school day was over. Looking across the classroom, everyone seemed either bored out of their mind or emerged in a book. Heads that rested on arms, wobbled and were caught just before colliding with desk tops, it was peaceful. Casting my watchful eyes to the window, the sky began to tint an orange and pink with the clouds resembling cotton-candy. “Mr. Melanosue,” The teacher grumbled. “Yes?” I answered, even the teachers light jagged voice seemed soothing to me. When he read it was hard to hear and understand but it created the perfect ambience noise to read to. “Could you come over for second?” He waved me over with his frail hands. “Yes?” I asked as I arrived at his desk. Fixing his spectacles and clearing his throat he looked at me with his droopy eyes and said, “Theres a women for you,” and pointed to the door. I never knew the teacher was a joker, but he did smile and word it like was a joke. Walking over to the door I could tell from the silhouette that was in fact a girl waiting. My aunt and Kensha would not come directly to the school without a call or text, plus this girl appeared more curvy so it bewildered me who it was waiting. If my aunt was to be harmed then it would be possible that one of her colleagues would come to get me, the height could even match one of Kensha’s elder friends. Living alone would be hard, with the rent and money for food, making the ends meet would be extremely hard for a boy of my age. Dropping out of high school and picking up a full-time job would have to happen in order for me to take care of Kensha and myself. Looking down to my feet I felt the pain well up inside my chest, I couldn’t possibly take care of both me and her unless she had a part time job too, but how would I ask her to do that? It would be shameful. “Hello?” the girl slightly slide the door open, just enough to she half of her face. “My aunt, is she alright?” I asked, pushing each word off my tongue. “Huh?” “Kensha? Where is she right now?” My throat felt as if a ball was lodged inside. “What are you talking about? Melanosue?” I quickly opened the door and closed it behind me. “I am Kline Melanosue, I live with my aunt and Kensha” I explained, “Oh,” The girl said looking confused, and began to make gestures as if she was thinking of something. Her eyes averted from mine and her fingers played with each other. “You aren’t here because my aunt or Kensha?” “No,” “Ah,” I felt the my stupidity flood the empty school hallway, it began to suffocate me. The girl lightly chuckled, my stupidity seemed to be suffocating her as well. “Well,” I scratched my head and casted my eyes down to her feet, her skirt looked freshly ironed and sprung every time she swayed her hips. “Oh, I am Kiden Aoi. Tomorrow we will meet at the student council room, C-2.” Looking up I did not even realize that she was the student council president, Kiden Aoi. Ms. Aoi is a renowned student, her grades are exemplary and she was easy on the eyes—her boyfriend must make just about every boy jealous. “Yeah, okay” I said slightly smiling, as my knees felt as if they were going to buckled. “Okay then, oh but don’t think I didn’t want to come and get you after class, it’s just that I have to talk with some teachers after my class. So yeah,” Ms. Aoi smiled. “It’ll be fine, I will find my way” I lightly chuckled and she did the same. Watching her as she turned away I couldn’t believe that Mr. Hershel had the nerve to put me in the student council. Picking up my bag I was ready to go home, as the bell rung I stood and made my way to the exit. The halls bustled, students now wore more pleasant faces as they escaped from the front doors of the school. School buses waited as did the parents of embarrassed children, a lot of kids walked home from school but usually spit paths with me about half way to my destination. Personally I like walking to and from school, it allowed me to think about what to do when I got home. Doing homework right after I got home was a real pain but allowed more time to do something fun, which was just anything else, but a lot of what I did was uselessness nothings anyway. A day scrambled with playing videos games and watching videos, then masturbating is what I called life. Nothing I did really matters so long as my homework was finish, curling up in a ball in the corner of my room is certainly an option that no one would ever know I have done; it actually seems like a good idea, I could laugh at it when I hear about other students day’s. Some may call it pathetic, I know if other students knew what I did with my free-time they would certainly call me pathetic, but no one really matters until they do. What I do home does not matter, existence in my house could cease to exist and it would all be the same. Before I knew it I was at my homes door step. Pulling the front door open I slowly stepped in, “I’m home” I called out, and no one answered. Going straight to the kitchen I did not spot Kensha’s bag—she must still be at school. Looking over to the fridge I spotted the note to Kensha and I, “Dinner in fridge, Good luck at practice.” It seems like Kensha will not be here for a while. Heading up to my room I seen clothes scattered across Kensha’s floor, she is not a morning person or so she says. Kensha is the type of girl to stay up late watching television shows and messaging her friends, from what I can gather it seems like she is the popular type. As I opened my door it dawns me that we are of different life forms, my rooms is clean and I have not received a message on my phone since Kensha sent me a grocery list about a month ago. Walking to my bed I throw my self across its spread, today I will do my homework after I have my fun. The morning alarm erupts to free me from my dazed trance, my eyes lids now feel like they are being pulled down by a gravity of their own but a cup of joe should solve my problem. Walking over to the restroom just across my room I did notice that Kensha was not up yet so I do her the courtesy of being her human alarm clock, “Hey it is time to wake up,” I call out from the hall way, halting just outside her door. “Buzz off.” Such a rude reply for being helpful no longer bugs me, her tongue is sharp but she is as harmless as a fly. “You’re going to be late.” After washing-up and throwing on clothes I head to kitchen for breakfast, on the countertop I spot two plates with tin foil covering them that read, “Have a good day at school” on them with a heart—my aunt must have come home yesterday night. After eating, gathering my things for school, and making sure Kensha was in fact up I head out to the open road—destination: Evertine High School. |
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