It is Just a Coincidence or Luck?

My day has been pretty normal.

Aside from the fact my computer totally lost the side keys. I was so screwed. I accidentally dropped it when I walked down that stairs of my apartment, but noooooo

My hand had to have this stupid spazz moment and decided to drop the freakin' laptop. Which made it loose the tab key, caps lock, space bar, shift, and horrifically, the delete key.

I gave it to the computer wizs and took it in and said they'll fix it up by 2. The price? $133.

I barely had $20 and they expect me to be this rich gal that will flaunt her money everywhere.

I told them I'll return by then cause I had classes. Atleast most of the classes don't need the laptop. Albeit, I really needed to turn in my essay for Forensics.

When I thought this day was going bad to worse, my luck changes.

I was in the library, looking for a book since there's no laptop to play games on, I found this book.

Called 'The Only Ones' by Aaron Starmer. I thought it was pretty creepy, and I pulled it out to read the back. But you know how those books would have those random comments and quotes from people you don't even know, and it's applied on the back? Yeah, the book had one of those. So, rolling my eyes, I opened the book to read the description on the flap, and guess what I found?

$15.

Freakin. 15. Dollars.

My eyes weren't rolling anymore.

I looked around to see if this is some kind of sick joke or a random game show my school decided to host and choose me, but nothing was out of the ordinary. No laughing jocks. No giggling high school girls. No random host guy that always pops out of no where. I shrugged.

I went up the librarian and told her that there was money in the book and I was really suspicious of it. She took it with a weird smile, and scanned it.

Turns out, no one ever checked out this book. So, by default, I get the money.

I took it and stuffed the money away in my bag and I stared at the book, for a really, really, long time. I kinda thought that the book was calling out to me or something. Because no one checked it out, it must've gotten lonely. It was on the shelf of popular books, like Harry Potter and The Hunger Games. It probably felt pretty awkward and out of place. Ironically, that was what I kinda felt, too, sometimes. Not a lot, but it's there. Every time I walk in this school, I try to look for a place to fit in. And when I find myself some space, nothing seems to be right. In the wrong place, in the wrong time, on the wrong self? Maybe I just needed someone to read me, to understand, and maybe give me a bit of love.

Another Fellow Artist

Alright, I must confess.

Someone is better at drawing than me.

I'm honestly surprised, mostly because she's superrr good, and mainly because I haven't met a fellow artist that's past my standards. But then, everyone in the world has their own technique with their own art. Even my friend. Her name is... urm... not sure if I can mention is, but I'll just call her Spade!

Spade goes to the same school as I and she's been here for since middle school. She likes to call herself a geek(which I thought it was because someone called her that, but I'm leaning on the fact that she likes to call herself a geek; like how I like to call myself a fujoshi. I don't need to tell everyone, even though I am, but I tell everyone anyways) and she often hangs out with the other... I guess I can call them geeks since they did call themselves 'the geeks'. I wonder about the nerds of this school.

There should be a difference between Nerds and Geeks, right? (Nerds as in nerds, not as in candy. Last time I checked, Nerds don't taste like purple-grape. But who knows? I haven't met one that claimed he/she's a nerd).

Moving on! Spade is really nice, she kinda reminds me of Diamond. Diamond is from the same school, too(which is... obvious...) and she's... charismatic. She's has this light airy-ness. Like whenever you watch a person sing, they shine(not from the lights lol). They're socialist. People who like to talk a lot, and can easily slip in a conversation with an introvert type of person(like me). Diamond said she's in the speech club, the band, and many other stuff I lost track in. It also seems she has a lot of friends. The minute I try to find her in the band room, a bunch of people would notice me and say, "Oh, hey, it's Diamond's friend, Prima." (I'm not revealing my name! >.<).

People actually notice me when I'm near Diamond. The nickname I gave her suits her. Diamond. Haha.

Spade, however, doesn't shine like Diamond. Spade is alot... video-game-oh-oh type. The kind that locks herself in a room playing video games and such at a late hour. She does have friends, and she's slightly charismatic, but she's still the geek she introduced me. She's also introverted when she meets new people, from what I observed. Diamond is an extrovert.

You can tell the mass difference between my newfound friends(which sadly can't hang out with me today because we're all in different classes.)

Oh, I also found a sanctuary spot. I'm pretty sure I mentioned it before, but the library is my home. I love the peace and quietness of this place, although sometimes those lowlife jocks would be messing about. Honestly, they kiss their mother with that tongue? Maybe I should stick some good ol' fashion soup in their mouths so they can stop cussing up a storm every time they have a problem with math.

Jocks + Math = A whole shitstorm of cuss words. (ironic, yes?)

Oh, let's not forget the cheerleaders. I admit, some of them are far from the stereotypical cheerleader girls we see in movies and on tv, but some of them really makes the stereotypes not too far from what they've been talking. So what if a teacher's wearing a plaid skirt? So what if that guy is wearing a pink shirt? SO. WHAT.

Why do we/other people care about what other people wear, it's none of our business and so is theres. Though, there are times the fashion police is needed for certain people, but that hardly happens. On friday, mom yelled at me to change my clothes JUST because I was wearing short pants (not too short; about... more than mid-thigh) and a light blue t-shirt. It's not like I have a big booger on it.

I wear whatever is comfortable with me. And so should you.

Well, my free period is about to be over and I need to finish the rest of my math homework (why is... 9 < y < 27...?)

UGH. WELL. XIAO-XIAO!

--Purimadesu