The bell wakes me up from my tempting sleep in chemistry class. I was told once that chemistry is full of experiments, but this is the opposite of what I was told. Mr. Julian, the chemistry teacher is a younger one. I'm surprised at how he got to teach at such a tender age.
I pack my books and stuff 'em in my back, ready to go home, but as anticipated, they arrive. You know in movies or novels or comics, they're these set of humans who just hate progress. They hate seeing you happy. I call them Enemies Of Progress.
I'm a slender girl, not a fan of tight-fitting clothes. I have an odd color hair. Pink. I dyed it. I wear round glasses and I have huge eyes and small lips. I'm not Korean in any way. I'm from Britain, my parents made me move to California.
I'm currently wearing a white cropped top and baby pink cargo pants.
I've tried being friends with them, but they seem reluctant. I swing my bag across my shoulders and walk out. They drag my hair, making me stumble backwards.
"Where are you going to?" They ask. I mean, I want to reply but I won't. Oh, girls as you can see, I'm going to stick my head in the trash can 'cause I don't have a house to stay in. That's it, that's the right one.
"Are you suddenly deaf?" One of them that I do not recognize asks. I guess she's new. She looks cool and this bullying shit doesn't fit her.
"As you can see, I'm leaving the school-" I cut myself off. The last part of the sentence should not be said.
"Really? Girls, get her bag." She says and one of the quads grab my bag. I'm wondering what I have that they don't. "Empty it." She says and the bag thief empties my bag violently on the floor.
"I don't have anything." I say trying to shoo them off. I know it's the worse thing to say to shoo them off, but it's worth the try.
"Shut up. Ooh, what's this? Your diary?" She says, picking it up. That's a journal. I bought it at the mini mart. Anyone can afford it. She flips the book open and her facial expressions change. I snort at the sight and she pulls my hair harder.
"What's funny?" She asks and I keep quiet. "Let's go girls, we'll get her next time. Right now, I have to meet Jason." She says, walking off with her screwed up minions that follow her blindly.
I pick up my things and neatly arrange them in my bag. I walk out and go to the bathroom to clean up. My hair is a bit messy due to the effect of Tyler's joblessness.
I brush up my hair and tie it up messily then I leave there. I take a look at myself one last time before going out. I'm all set.
I walk through the hallway and stop at Mr. Julian's office. I knock on it three times before I hear a low 'come in'.
I enter and sit on the chair facing him.
"Good day sir,"
"Good day, Molly. How may I help you?" He says not looking at me and looking keenly at the papers in front of him.
"Sir, I didn't understand today's lesson."
"You didn't? Thought you did. Alright, which part did you not understand?" Now this is where it gets tough. Why? Because I slept through the lesson. But I remember him start the lesson with naming of chemical compounds.
"Well, the functional groups. The part where we have to use in the appropriate suffixes."
"Oh! That, right. So, when naming chemical compounds, functional groups helps you to know which suffix to use. For example-" His voice drowns off in my heads I stare at him, my mind partially attentive.
What would happen if I shut the entire world up and stay in mine? What if I created my world? How would it feel like? Is it possible to live in my imagination? I sit here thinking about it. I don't realise it when Mr. Julian taps me. I jump in my seat and look at him staring at me through his transparent fashion glasses.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh? I mean, I'm fine."
"Do you understand it now?"
"Yes sir. Thank you so much. I'll take my leave now. "
"It's okay, any time." He says and I get up. I walk slowly till I reach the main doors. The clouds are grey, looks like it's about to rain and Goddamn it, I didn't bring my umbrella.
I run to the main gates and wait for a cab. None in sight. I start my journey to my house. I live alone. My parents aren't in the country. They said they have to make money for me and my little brother, Oliver.
Yes, they left a ten-year old in my care. I'll have to take him out to night.
I finally reach home after walking for twenty-three minutes. I take out my keys and unlock the door which was locked from the inside.
My brother has his keys.
"Oliver, I'm home." I shout, shutting the door behind me. I walk up the stairs and open the door to his room to find him sleeping soundly. I pat his hair and tuck him in. Guess we won't be going out tonight.
I freshen up and go downstairs. I switch on the TV and watch it. But I drown out the sound and start thinking about what i thought of earlier this afternoon. Maybe I should stop. I should stop trying to fit in. I should start building up my world.
I should start living in my imagination, where only I alone will live in. I'll come out of it where necessary. I'll do it. I'll create my world and stay in it. Time to build my world.