time runs faster when you feel like flying out on to space. your mind drifts backward like so, one step, two steps, and it suddenly feels like you made it forward than back. don't anybody think in this world that its much better to take three steps slower than five steps faster?
Tapeta, a normal kid sitting on a chair on a fine afternoon, would have enjoyed her stay if she weren't in the middle of detention. tapping her pencil in the rhythm of the choir club almost a window adjacent from the library away made it seem less boring. her head couldn't concentrate on the paper she should be writing as a form of punishment for some act she didn't even commit. no one would have guessed she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but who cared. as long as anyone is around to be blamed with by any adult who was too lazy to listen, why not?
scribbling some more words, she put down her pencil and finally read out loud, in her mind, the content of the most unfeeling apology letter. addressed to the teacher who seriously thought she could pull off the prank, complete with what she felt like the best words strung together to sound like a kid wrote it with a mind changed for the better.
it read:
today i don't know what time it was, but i broke the school trophy case glass.(that was a complete coincedence, she was just passing by, like all victims of coincedences are doing, passing by.) i broke it with my bare hands clutching the heaviest bat from the baseball club i could find. (the idea was she found it actually far away from the crime and was thinking of bringing it back to the club.) i (this was the hardest part, finding the right reason to put in her excuse.) was pissed off by the defeat of the game last week, i have never mentioned this but i have had anger management for years and have been bottling it up. (complete lie, but it was better than saying she didn't do it, and still they would box her ears for lying the truth.) i finally cracked up that was why i did that, and i found the defeat of our schools team the best way to show them all in one go without hurting anyone else. i am completely sorry for doing it and by spending my time in the library under the supervision of mr.Layt i have finally found the error of my ways. (complete lie. the teacher just spent his time shouting at her for being a rising delinquent and left the half of the time for her to think. she didn't even learn anything, just gained a full head ache.)
"now all i need to do is to give this to mr.Layt and get on to my community work, or what ever physical punishment they've got." said Tapeta under her breath.
the clock ticked until the last minute of her hour and there she grabbed her things waited for a few minutes until the library doors knob clicked and it opened to let mr.Layt in.
"finally. now where do you think you're going??" spotting her get ready to leave pose. "get your ass down. you won't go to any of your class until we say so." he said as behind him the p.e. teacher ms.Tanara walked, still looking buff and fierce in contrast with mr.Layt's lazy dung like sneaky appearance.
"sit back down Tapeta," said ms.Tanara, with her voice so mild you could never feel any anger, a contrast to her buff like authoritative look. "the detention is over, hand your write up to mr.Layt and we'll announce the rest of your punishment after class."
Tapeta willingly gave her letter, "yes, ma'am."
mr.Layt grabbed it contemptously, as if she was lucky ms.Tanara was there to stop him from further giving her more of his life knowing point of views in life, which no one actually cares, lecture head aches. frowning back at his very annoying poser good authoritative teacher ass, she was dragged back to normalcy by the p.e. teacher beckoning her to her next class.
it could have been better if no one insignificant cared for anything that she did. no, instead all of the worlds kids in her year would completely meddle in her feat of superb and awesome act of rebellion. throwing those annoying glances that felt more like spears made of blunt wood piercing her front, back and side. deafening her ears with those nasty tongues made out of fluffy moss and mushrooms out of those wild wet humid toilets.
she could wait for a few weeks for it to subside, but the scar of that scapegoat living lie would live on. too bad it would live on, and she was made into living as a scapegoat, frikkin, lie.
but underneath those hefty comfortable life of being teased and taunted to her fullest annoyance, was there ever a surge of wanting justice from the wrong doers stupid wrong doing blamed to her?
"no," she told her best friend under the school bleachers, eating there lunch busily hiding from the noise and bustle of the normal hyper students of the school. "do i look like i want to?"
Henryeta, frowning so much her pudgy face would have made the softest pillow, said "i don't get you, i would have wanted to know who was the real culprit you know?? it's unfair."
"i wouldn't mind either, just getting this attention. its way much better than being known to be nothing." said Cisca, the only person sane enough to know the feeling of how to be noticed in the best and popular way as possible. "of course, like being feared. it's like the same with being praised."
of course who wouldn't receive exasperated looks if the way you comforted someone was in the way of selfish egotistical practicality. just in time a ball whizzed from the court and hit the bleacher seats so hard that it slammed all senses of safety between the three friends that they hurriedly ran away to another place to eat. giggling in between mouthfuls of their food and beverage while running there little feets.
Tapeta groaned loudly as she saw herself being dragged to the faculty room by mr.Layt, her annoyance from his presence succumbed by the nervousness she felt in facing the faculty. suddenly realizing, what if they called her parents, she would rather be the escaped criminal than the scapegoat now. much better she would have been hurt by the shattered glass or she could have escaped by hitting mr.Layt's groin with the bat after being witnessed holding it, then running for her life into seclusion some where far away, safe.
"i bet your real scared now huh?" said the teacher to her, "those defiant eyes of yours are gone and i could tell you're really serious in finally learning your lesson now."
inside her mind she suddenly couldn't tell if he was being sarcastically annoying or wisely consoling, whatever it was it didn't feel any better to hear words from a maniac adult who looks like a pedophile. like time could have permitted it to pass by faster, it didn't and she would have given all her allowance savings just to make it faster that she wouldn't want to feel that stomach churning, no less than redundant, feeling.
arriving inside she found herself face to face with a student a year ahead of her, his eyes looked like it was pleading but he smiled nicely, something to redeem him of his sober look. he sat in front of school guidance ms.Nice, her face in that chinese like solemn way, looking over the new comers. behind her stood ms.Tanara her hands holding Tapeta's letter of apology to the school.
"you are very impressive liar Tapeta, too bad your lies not as convincing as the truth." said ms.Tanara to her, actually to the letter like it was Tapeta herself, with a small smile on her face.
all that she could do then was just go with the flow.
Tapeta, a normal kid sitting on a chair on a fine afternoon, would have enjoyed her stay if she weren't in the middle of detention. tapping her pencil in the rhythm of the choir club almost a window adjacent from the library away made it seem less boring. her head couldn't concentrate on the paper she should be writing as a form of punishment for some act she didn't even commit. no one would have guessed she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but who cared. as long as anyone is around to be blamed with by any adult who was too lazy to listen, why not?
scribbling some more words, she put down her pencil and finally read out loud, in her mind, the content of the most unfeeling apology letter. addressed to the teacher who seriously thought she could pull off the prank, complete with what she felt like the best words strung together to sound like a kid wrote it with a mind changed for the better.
it read:
today i don't know what time it was, but i broke the school trophy case glass.(that was a complete coincedence, she was just passing by, like all victims of coincedences are doing, passing by.) i broke it with my bare hands clutching the heaviest bat from the baseball club i could find. (the idea was she found it actually far away from the crime and was thinking of bringing it back to the club.) i (this was the hardest part, finding the right reason to put in her excuse.) was pissed off by the defeat of the game last week, i have never mentioned this but i have had anger management for years and have been bottling it up. (complete lie, but it was better than saying she didn't do it, and still they would box her ears for lying the truth.) i finally cracked up that was why i did that, and i found the defeat of our schools team the best way to show them all in one go without hurting anyone else. i am completely sorry for doing it and by spending my time in the library under the supervision of mr.Layt i have finally found the error of my ways. (complete lie. the teacher just spent his time shouting at her for being a rising delinquent and left the half of the time for her to think. she didn't even learn anything, just gained a full head ache.)
"now all i need to do is to give this to mr.Layt and get on to my community work, or what ever physical punishment they've got." said Tapeta under her breath.
the clock ticked until the last minute of her hour and there she grabbed her things waited for a few minutes until the library doors knob clicked and it opened to let mr.Layt in.
"finally. now where do you think you're going??" spotting her get ready to leave pose. "get your ass down. you won't go to any of your class until we say so." he said as behind him the p.e. teacher ms.Tanara walked, still looking buff and fierce in contrast with mr.Layt's lazy dung like sneaky appearance.
"sit back down Tapeta," said ms.Tanara, with her voice so mild you could never feel any anger, a contrast to her buff like authoritative look. "the detention is over, hand your write up to mr.Layt and we'll announce the rest of your punishment after class."
Tapeta willingly gave her letter, "yes, ma'am."
mr.Layt grabbed it contemptously, as if she was lucky ms.Tanara was there to stop him from further giving her more of his life knowing point of views in life, which no one actually cares, lecture head aches. frowning back at his very annoying poser good authoritative teacher ass, she was dragged back to normalcy by the p.e. teacher beckoning her to her next class.
it could have been better if no one insignificant cared for anything that she did. no, instead all of the worlds kids in her year would completely meddle in her feat of superb and awesome act of rebellion. throwing those annoying glances that felt more like spears made of blunt wood piercing her front, back and side. deafening her ears with those nasty tongues made out of fluffy moss and mushrooms out of those wild wet humid toilets.
she could wait for a few weeks for it to subside, but the scar of that scapegoat living lie would live on. too bad it would live on, and she was made into living as a scapegoat, frikkin, lie.
but underneath those hefty comfortable life of being teased and taunted to her fullest annoyance, was there ever a surge of wanting justice from the wrong doers stupid wrong doing blamed to her?
"no," she told her best friend under the school bleachers, eating there lunch busily hiding from the noise and bustle of the normal hyper students of the school. "do i look like i want to?"
Henryeta, frowning so much her pudgy face would have made the softest pillow, said "i don't get you, i would have wanted to know who was the real culprit you know?? it's unfair."
"i wouldn't mind either, just getting this attention. its way much better than being known to be nothing." said Cisca, the only person sane enough to know the feeling of how to be noticed in the best and popular way as possible. "of course, like being feared. it's like the same with being praised."
of course who wouldn't receive exasperated looks if the way you comforted someone was in the way of selfish egotistical practicality. just in time a ball whizzed from the court and hit the bleacher seats so hard that it slammed all senses of safety between the three friends that they hurriedly ran away to another place to eat. giggling in between mouthfuls of their food and beverage while running there little feets.
Tapeta groaned loudly as she saw herself being dragged to the faculty room by mr.Layt, her annoyance from his presence succumbed by the nervousness she felt in facing the faculty. suddenly realizing, what if they called her parents, she would rather be the escaped criminal than the scapegoat now. much better she would have been hurt by the shattered glass or she could have escaped by hitting mr.Layt's groin with the bat after being witnessed holding it, then running for her life into seclusion some where far away, safe.
"i bet your real scared now huh?" said the teacher to her, "those defiant eyes of yours are gone and i could tell you're really serious in finally learning your lesson now."
inside her mind she suddenly couldn't tell if he was being sarcastically annoying or wisely consoling, whatever it was it didn't feel any better to hear words from a maniac adult who looks like a pedophile. like time could have permitted it to pass by faster, it didn't and she would have given all her allowance savings just to make it faster that she wouldn't want to feel that stomach churning, no less than redundant, feeling.
arriving inside she found herself face to face with a student a year ahead of her, his eyes looked like it was pleading but he smiled nicely, something to redeem him of his sober look. he sat in front of school guidance ms.Nice, her face in that chinese like solemn way, looking over the new comers. behind her stood ms.Tanara her hands holding Tapeta's letter of apology to the school.
"you are very impressive liar Tapeta, too bad your lies not as convincing as the truth." said ms.Tanara to her, actually to the letter like it was Tapeta herself, with a small smile on her face.
all that she could do then was just go with the flow.
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