My favorite and worse bells were the ones that run at lunch time. For one I would get a chance to savor the sweet taste of food in case the bullies forgot about my existence for a short while and decoded t live and concentrate on their lives for once. The best parts of my lifer were always spent eating, with my mouth stuffed with food as juices dripped down my throat towards my digestive truck. The other happy parts were spent when I was sleeping and dreaming of no one in particular. Dreaming of no one and nothing as dear sleep took me to wonderlands I had never visited before. After the science teacher had finished his glory speech about potassium symbol being K, and advising me to take ten minutes of my time at the hallways and school gate every day to study the chemical symbols on the wall, the bell rung. It was a huge sigh for me, because finally I would stop feeling stupid and at least start feeling better. The hallways were crowded as usual and I matched towards my locker on th

When you see your bully and greatest enemy suffering, the first instinct should be to cry out in joy, to thank the heavens and Gods, to whisper a thank you prayer to whoever made it happen. It is the natural law of the universe. When a competitive business that challenges yours goes bankrupt and calls, the first instinct should be to celebrate. This should have been my reaction, absolute happiness, the loudest scream and cheer when he got flipped. But this all sounded and looked like a dream. It wasn’t the first time that I was daydreaming, it was my talent, since I couldn’t live happily in the world I could comfortably do it inside my head. I rubbed my eyes and confirmed the events. It was the bully caught up in a brawl, with my newest friend Cage. Six minutes ago After Vince was doner with his mighty speech about trash and gems, taking sides and Barbra crossing over if she wanted to stay in this school, he made a you turn with his full team. His walking style was the usual one,

‘‘Hey, they you are,’’ Barbra greeted. ‘‘Oh yeah,’’ I replied. She settled on the table next t me and we continued eating quietly. She looked like she had a burning desire to say something, something that she thought would change things and my situation as a whole. ‘‘I’ve never loved boiled chicken, I like fried or roasted, marinated chicken,’’ she declared. ‘‘Oh okay,’’ I played dumb, acting like I didn’t know whatever she was trying to insinuate with that statement. ‘‘You want some?’’ she asked. I didn’t lift my head up but kept on chewing my food in that posture. What was she trying to insinuate, it was very clear, Barbra thought I was fat, too fat that the amount of food helpings being served wasn’t enough for me. Sick right. It was a sick world but I didn’t care anymore, thy could do anything to me and I still wouldn’t care. I still wouldn’t give a damn about it. ‘‘No, I am okay, very okay,’’ I shot back. It wasn’t about what she said, it was the way she ad said it, like

In my whole school life, there were two depressing and worse moments that kept on repeating themselves. One was the math class that I had to attend every day, chaired with the most unprofessional and uncouth teacher Mr. Thomas. The next one was even worse than the first one. Swimming classes that we took together. During swimming classes, two classes were combined together, together to make sure there were many students their altogether, added to by the harsh and scrutinizing swimming teacher. It was hell. I had pretended to be sick with asthma, but the pool was heated and the showers warm, rendering my excuses useless. There was no option to replace swimming, you had to learn it no matter the phobias, and since most of the students didn’t like French as a foreign language and there was an option to stroke swimming with French, a very outrageous option, of course in Maslow High School, they knew that no one or at least only two people would want to add French in their academic load.

I frowned in disdain and disgust as I watched the pathetic staged attempt to get attention by the two.Everyone was smiling, laughing, clapping and blowing kisses in the air at them, except I. The last time I checked, Sasha was a good swimmer, she had an athletic body that blended that moved fast inside water, she didn’t even need to try her frame automatically floated.Th moment they reached the stairs, Vince Carried Sasha by the waist and placed her on top of the highest stair case before doing a low curtsy and salute to the swimming teacher.‘‘Can you all clap for him,’’ she ordered as everyone did. ‘‘I must say I am impressed, we haven’t reached that part of the topic and lessons yet, but he is already ahead of you, keep it up young man, ‘’ she added. ‘‘Let’s all emulate the good example and conduct displayed by him.’’She was now overdoing it, overpraising the fake duo.‘‘I think they suck,’’ I whispered at Barbra.‘‘Yeah, I do too,’’ she replied and we giggled silently.I finall