Vignar - Chapter 1 - Part 6
Well, a roommate shouldn’t distract her from her routine. She was a long gone subject, after all. Yes, a long gone subject. Not a long gone friend. A. Subject.
Math homework wouldn’t be done by itself, would it. Time to get that done.
It would be easier if she actually understood what she was doing. What was the point in knowing what a parabola is? That wouldn’t help her in real life, would it? It’d be much better if they learnt how to cook something else than noodles and rice, or how to sew, for example. If you want to keep it math-ish, even Home Economics would be better. But the ones who decide what to learn are never the ones in the classrooms, are they.
– Why, hallo dere, Empson. Or should I say princess – greeted someone, loud enough to make her hear him despite the headphones. She decided to ignore him, since no one was allowed to speak to her in that tone – Hey. Dun ignore me, ya piece of shit – the guy said, grabbing her by her hood. Stupid jacket.
– Oh, I’m sorry, were you talking to me? – she asked, as sarcastic as possible, her golden eyes shining in disgust just by seeing him and his lame goons – Is there nothing better for you to do, Selman? I bet your Math homework remains untouched still –
– So what? You ain’t done it eider, didja? –
– And what if I haven’t yet? At least I am going to do it. What about you? Will you let your marks go even lower? –
– ‘S dat a challenge? Are ya challenging me? Don’tja know what happens when ya challenge me? –
– Yes. I win – she said, stabbing his foot with her heels. Before he realised, she was free from his grip, and was gone by the second. His gorillas were so lame they wouldn’t even try to catch her, being so worried about their “boss”.
Some narrow alleys later, she was back at the school campus. Now she was safe. They wouldn’t dare hit her at school, they had been too many times at Detention already; they would be suspended, at the very least. She should still be more aware of her surroundings. This time it was those idiots, but the next time it could be a robber or a kidnapper.
Jeez. How annoying they were.
She tried to focus on that awful Math homework. Now she had to get a better mark than him. Of course she would, but extra effort wouldn’t kill her. If only she understood the exercise completely… But Mrs. Emily didn’t quite understand the questions they made, and always answered anything else but what they wanted to know. That happened as a homeroom teacher, too, so that’s why they weren’t too happy when they were told she’d be theirs. But, anyways, she was better than many others, and better than nothing at all, so she was accepted.
Math homework. Not Math teacher. Focus.
Actually, now that she thought about it, many teachers had that same problem…
Focus.
What if Shaiel was good at Math? She should check the timetable Kendra gave her; if she was in the same or even a higher level, she could ask her for help, maybe. Just for Math. It wouldn’t harm her, would it?
With that idea in mind, she hurried back to her room, decided to do her best before she arrived. Just to show her how good she was.
– She didn’t recognize me –
Having called Damon in a hurry, she was lying in Shaiel’s bed to avoid messing up all the plushies and cushions neatly covering her own, hiding her head behind a pillow. Who cared if she messed up her roommate’s side instead.
– Pfft- What? –
– She didn’t recognize me. She doesn’t know who I am. She seemed confused, as if she had some déjà vu or something, but she didn’t recognize me – she said, throwing the pillow against him when he started laughing.
Wonderful. Now she wouldn’t hear the end of it.
– Are you done yet? –
– I told you! I told you she ain’t recognizing you! You’ve grown up, you silly, you changed! I bet she changed too –
– ...She is much taller than me now. Were it not for my heels, the difference would be huge. Her English is still as bad as it was though – she said, but there was pride in her voice. It did improve. She just wouldn’t admit it.
– So? Where’s she? –
– I… may or may not have spoken harshly and told her to disappear from my sight –
– OH. MY. GOD! Lisette! – he started laughing again, making her blush. Well, yes, she probably shouldn’t have done that, but there was no reason to tease her like that! – Unbelievable. I ain’t believe you are so- The girl’s new here! Ain’t you wanted to make a nice first impression?? You really are dumb! –
– We all know I’m dumb, Damon, that’s no news –
– No. Wait. I ain’t meant it. No, you ain’t dumb. Damnit –
– Language, D. Do not worry, it is common knowledge by now. Anyways, did you get any more information? – she asked, trying to change the subject. It was no news, really. Everyone said so because it was true.
– I… no, not really. They told her to ask us questions instead, since she got so… well, shy about herself –
– Yes, I noticed. When she saw me she seemed… scared or something. It was… unusual. People tend to hate me, not fear me –
– Guess you’ll have fun with her around –
– Perhaps.., – she said, not paying much attention anymore – Say, what do you want for your birthday? –
– …Ain’t you a tad too early? –
– Come on, you know I like having everything ready beforehand. And it’s less than a month away –
– Fine, fine… What about a new helmet? For my bike, you know. The old one is, well, old. I got tired of it already –
– ...You are worse than me. But, very well! It is decided, then. Expect a new helmet, better than the previous one! By the way, where is your bike? You didn’t have it with you this morning, did you? –
– Nah, it’s in the repair shop. Somethin’s wrong with the breaks; it ain’t letting me stop when I want to –
– …Are you sure you don’t want me to buy you a new one? –
– Hell no! Dad bought it for me, ya know it. I ain’t changin’ it for anythin’. It ain’t matter if it’s second hand or anythin’, it’s mine. I’m keepin’ it until it ain’t fixable no more – he got really worked up. He quickly realised he was on the verge of getting angry at her for no reason and stood up to leave before he made any mistakes – …Welp. I’m off to get snacks. Want some? –
– Heck no, I’m still full from lunch. How do you even manage to keep all that food in your stomach? –
– Genetics, sweetie. Genetics –
– I hate you – she joked, making him chuckle. Good, he wasn’t in that much of a foul mood anymore – Oh, yes, by the way. Kendra is expecting you to make her meet Shaiel. Actually, to try to make them be friends. Don’t disrespect her prediction, now, could you? –
















