Whoa nice colours. I wish I could buy them. WOW cute shoes. who is..
*Hey!! What are you doing here?!*
*Honey, I work here. =)*
*wow, that's great! I want a job too!*
riiiinnngggggggggg~!!!!
*FIRE, FIRE FIRE!!*
I woke up with a start. My heart was still beating, and I stole a glance of my wall clock. Oh, it's Monday. 6.30am is way too early to wake up on Mondays. But a schedule is a schedule, and I have to follow it.
OH MY GOSH THEY'RE DEAD! No they're not. It's a play. What has gotten into you, Lynn? What? Oh, right. I thought I was dreaming. ...So how's it going? Well, it takes some getting used to from the new cast- but all's fine. all's fine. I swear that woman hasn't brushed her teeth since I met her. Her breath was revolting. Ugh. My throat is parched- from the fire, I guess. Whoa, coolness, the cup just appeared! A sip, just a teeny sip of drink would do. Wait- why is the cup empty??
IT'S 7.15 ALREADY??! WHAT?!? I thought I woke up at 6.30! What happened!?? Oh I hate myself. I rushed down the bed and swept some books and a magazine into my bag. My keys! Where'd I put my keys?! I piled all my minis together and stuffed it into my pocket. They fell on the floor. Dang, my uniform. Rushing to the bathroom, the so-called utility room and my bedroom, I finally got brushed and dressed. ...and with nothing tornor spilt! Now that is something worth remembering. I can barely recall the dream, but I knew it was weird, and it had a lot of colours. I need bananas for breakfast. Wait- what am I doing, walking around my room? I need something. Oh, right. Breakfast. Stupid panic attack. Adrenaline rush, hardy har har. Oh, there's Brio today- *groans* reproduction. If there was any chapters that can compete with History, it was reproduction. Dang, and my homework. Where'd I put that paper?I have to focus. Breakfast. I looked at the clock. A WHOLE FIVE MINUTES HAS PASSED!! Forget breakfast! Charging to the front door, armed with my keys, I put on my socks and shoes at the fastest time imaginable- and before I knew it, I'm out on the streets. I reached to the back pocket of my bag to reveal my comb, elastic band and the pod. WHAT THE HECK IS THE IPOD DOING IN MY BAG? It's too late to go back. Sigh, another week is here. Everything happens so fast, and if only my brains didn't live in a different time zone, 12 hours away; I wouldn't be late. Jet lag. Maybe my dream took place in Taiwan or something. That would explain that pounding pulse drumming at my temples. Oh, look, school! Judging by the aount of people still walking up the hill, I'm not late! Great, no need to rush; just walk faster. I wish someone I knew would walk around the corner- that would calm my heart from that jimmy jacking- against time. Why isn't ANYBODY climbing up the stairs?! I'm late enough, and now the world is messing with me?
"Girls, 3 lines on my left. Guys, 3 lines on my right"
Dang, I'm late. 6 damn lines of latecomers? Looks like I wasn't the only one who had brain jet lag.
"EXCUSE ME!!" Whoa, sounds like some drama queen. Missy, didn't anyone tell you this is the you're-in-trouble line?
"HEY LYNN!!" Oh. Vanessa. I laughed at myself. How could I have expected somebody else, right?
"Hey! You're late too? Cool!!"
"YEP. Woke up at 7-oh-5. You?"
"7.15.", I flashed a smile. "World breaking record- took 5 minutes to get dressed. I lost a few books on the way, though."
"Typical. Sighhhh WHYYYY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?!? IT'S MONDAY MORNING!!"
"Yeah, aren't Mondays just the best? Let's make a run for it."
"Mm Hmm."
"So we sneak into class, leave our bags, go to the toilet, then sit at the line upstairs."
"Great! You do it."
"We can actually do that, y'know? Nobody's watching. The prefects are gone, we're at the back of the line...."
"Coast is really clear. Weird. Y'know, this is just like prison break."
"I don't watch that show."
"That guy is hot. Seriously."
"No, he has scars."
"So we running or not??!"
"Too late. They're already entering class."
"Perfect! Now!!"
"Hang on, I can see Hema..!!" I waved at Hema, Pavi and Ginny gave me the it stare.
Vanessa gave me the stare too. "Yep. Should have known better." she says.
"They're like, my favourite people. How can I not wave?"
"Psst, guys!" Okay. Is that weird sound asking for me? I turned. Oh Dead Kittens! It's Uthaya!! She's trying to communicate with us. Why is she whispering? It's so noisy here. She made a gesture for us to follow her. Wow, she's asking us to ESCAPE! I would have done just that, when missyVee had to say,
"take her bag. We can't leave."
WHY NOT?!? Oh. Prefects. I should have waited till 8.30. At that point, I was downright mad at myself. Blaming the dream, blaming the weather, the stupid bus that almost killed me but didn't, all that crap.
Well, at least we're getting this over with. It's just writing your name. No biggie.
"Guys, please proceed to Muhibbah Square. Girls, from three lines, according to your forms."
I was almost relieved when suddenly some of the girls took out their handphones and other gadgets and hid it under a plant. An inspection? Great, I only have three books. I'm toast.
I looked to the front, curious at how an inspection works, because some girls at the fron t were giggling.
"Sorry, girls. But I have to do this." The teacher held out her hands, patted on the pockets of that girl, and took out her wallet. Then she moved upwards and patted her sides. Still normal, I thought. No harm done. Then she was tapping below the girl's 'assets'. I was... dumbfounded. I didn't know how to react. Then suddenly,
the iPod.
"Vanessa, I brought my iPod."
She gasped. "Keep it somewhere. Put it in your pencilcase."
"She's coming already! I can't get her suspicious!!"
She walked to the teacher, got inspected, gave me a sorry look, and was forced to go.
Oh, Kitty. I'm dead. I slipped the iPod to my chest pocket. I wasn't THINKING RIGHT!! The prefect came to inspect my bag, and it took her only less than a minute. The teacher marched to me, and I felt my pinafore shaking. Did I bring my phone, too?? How did all these things GET here anyway?? And why did it have to vibrate now?? I put my right hand into my pocket, only to find the skirt shaking more vigorously. There was no phone. It was my hands that were trambling, shaking the skirt in return. CRAP! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME??! I need to avoid inspection. I need to avoid inspection now!
"Sorry, but I have to do this, okay?"
Do what? What is she doing?? She tapped my pockets, took out my wallet and saw the David Archuleta pictures I slipped in.
"Ini apa ni? Boyfriend kamu ke??" She's talking to me. What, now pictures are illegal?
"YA CIKGU." Damn, did I just say that? Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy.She tapped my keys.
"Keys saya cikgu." That sounded wrong. That sounded like I wanted her to kiss me. NO!!!! I wish I would die. I'm terrified to bits, and I need a plan to escape, before she lays her rough, untreated hands on my assets!! (Okay, that was weird. Guys, ignore this please.) Hey, I skipped breakfast. Maybe if I held my breath longer I might pass out and she can let me go. Or I can just scream some nonsense and start crying. Or push her away and start a lecture about human rights. I'd go with the human rights, it's easier, less time consuming and I already have my introduction planned out.
"Ini apa ni?"
I was so preoccupied with my plans that she already did it! Oh, dang, I hate my jet lagging brains. She looks like she wants an answer. She was grabbing my uniform and was asking what in the world is that small rectangular hard thing in my pocket.
"Saya tak tahu la Cikgu!!"
I snorted. Like she would fall for that. I mean, what stupid answer was that? What- like suddenly I'm Madonna with metal assets? Oh please. She reached into the pocket and took the iPod out. I can bet my face had no color. How do I get away with this? SHe'll confiscate it for sure! Then goodbye singing in the bathroom! Okay I don't do that but I was about to. I considered buying a new one before my dad found out. I considered asking Pavi to get it back for me. I considered civil rights, hit and run, crying, anxiety,- a million things were in my head all too soon. The teacher handed my iPod to another teacher. She used to teach me last year. I hope I handed in enough homeworks for her to let me go. Then again, I didn't do any of her homework. But she still likes me, and the warmth I had everytime I greet her in school. I think.
"Ini apa ni?"
"AAAAASAYA tak tau laa."
"Ini iPod kan?"
"..ya. tapi cikgu, handphone saja tak boleh, kan? kamera dan iPod semua boleh kan?"
She's considering that. Pleasebuyit pleasebuyit pleasebuyit.
"Awak ada dengar dalam kelas tak?"
"Tak ada, cikgu." ...the nerve of some people. Sigh.
"Habis tu mengapa awak bawa?"
"Saya keluar yesterday...pastu hari ini bangun lewat.." I think that was what happened.
"Esok jangan bawa lagi." She handed it back to me. She let me go? Like, for real? No tricks? No scam? Oh, I am BRILL. And no recorded name! Oh I'm FABULOUS. I rushed off to class to tell them what happened.
After the wohle story was laid out, Angela's reaction was-
"WHY YOU LET HER TOUCH? GO TOUCH HERS BACK LA!!"
Now that reaction made me feel like a normal person once again. I am thankful, for not getting caught. I mean, for not getting punished. A few of my friends suggested suing her, and pressing charges, and I'm glad I finally sent in a lawyer letter addressed to her.
NAH, KIDDING X)