Star Stories

[SeraphStar 398]

Ha, trying to be creative with my title(s).

 

Anyway, hi and welcome to my thread that I plan to fill with all my lunatic ravings all the random stuff I want to write about — mostly stories based on my past experiences wrapped in ambiguities and hoopla (and maybe some pony themes, like flight, magic, apple bucking — you know, the good stuff).

 

And in true FiM fashion, the first story'll be a fuzzy* one — the story of how I met my best friend (my brother by bond).

 

*not really, this one's kind of a downer ... but it's truly how I met my best friend, and Friendship is Magic

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{Disclaimer: colorful language herein}

 

"Lift Up" (WIP — needs more details)

 

*RIIIIING*

 

The bell for class sounded and my freshman science class was standing outside the classroom, waiting for the teacher who was running late. Nothing unusual, it happens from time to time. Friends chit-chatted in little circles discussing how their weekends were, spreading the latest gossip or just giggling randomly at a joke someone said. As typical as a Monday gets around here. The September morning was cool and comfortable so no one complained about missing a couple minutes of class.

 

I leaned my back against the wall of the school building, flipping through my Furuba manga that I'd already read 10 times. My "signature" scowl was drawn sloppily on my face: it was too early to be alert to the rest of the world and my desire to interact with my peers has been dead since the eighth grade. To quote my inner self-depreciative-ness: "Seraph, there are two types of people out there — the people who don't like you and the people who don't know you."

 

My internal melancholia was interrupted as the teacher walked up from the parking lot, clutching his bag and trying to gain everyone's attention, jingling his keys and talking over the voices.

 

"Sorry I'm late, class but now we have to get started. Let's go, inside."

 

I heaved a silent sigh and moved from the wall into the classroom, finding my seat in the very back. Clichéd? Maybe. I'm too tired to pay attention. Not just because I'm still sleepy but because I'm... just tired. The other students found their seats as well, still chattering and snickering; the teacher fumbled through his bag trying to find today's lesson plan; I laid my head down, resting upon my forearms while hoping that the day would go quickly. I heard the teacher speaking from his desk, so I lifted my eyes to concentrate on what he was saying.

 

"... don't have today's lesson plan or worksheets, so just read your books in chapter 2, section 3 and do the assignment at the end."

 

Everybody moved their desks closer to their friends' and the conversations began again. I took my textbook out and found the appropriate page, "Chapter 2: Volcanoes and Tectonic Activity". Yay, I thought flatly, searching through my backpack for a sheet of looseleaf. I started reading, while wondering if our teacher would be fired at the end of the year for failing so much¹.

 

And barely two paragraphs into the chapter, I felt a wadded ball of paper hit my cheek, rousing me from my studiousness. I looked up, unsurprised to see Gary, Kim² and their mindless drones laughing at my expense. Kim, being more outspoken about her dislike for me was the first to come down from her elation and address me directly.

 

"What?!" she barked, trying to sound intimidating, smirking while her peanut gallery snickered uncontrollably.

 

I just glared back at her, not wanting to get into a cursing match in the middle of class. My mind was fuming, screaming every expletive I knew, repeating a few and inventing a couple and well. Gary was next to chime in, bringing his own brand of douche-iness.

 

"Ha, careful Kim, Seraph might eat you! Hippos can kill." Yeah. Blunt assholery at its finest.

 

Their circle erupted in laughter, snorts and guffaws. The teacher just remind people to stay on task from behind his newspaper. Even people who weren't paying attention to the ordeal were beginning to take notice, whispering, pointing and smirking. I retreated into my shell, just wishing they'd shut up already... but there didn't seem to be an end in sight. They hissed taunts and snickered some more.

 

"Are you gonna cry?"

"I think so."

"Loser."

"Ha ha ha."

 

"HEY! What the hell's your problem?"³

 

The laughing stopped. I looked up, unsure of what was happening. The voice was unfamiliar to me. I looked back and saw one of my classmates standing at my back, looking over my head to the group who were staring, equally unsure of what to expect.

 

"What?" Gary asked, trying to sound assertive yet cautious at the same time.

 

"So this is cool? Talking crap about someone who hasn't done anything to you?" He spoke calmly and powerfully, almost daring for Gary to say something stupid.

 

He didn't. He grumbled and muttered a low "Whatever," shifting his attention back to his textbook. Kim, glowered at me, hissing as she too turned away. Onlookers returned to their own circle of friends, some nodding their heads appreciatively, others talking quietly, whispering "Daaamn," in awe over the situation's climax.

 

I sat baffled, wide eyed and uncertain over what exactly occurred in those few seconds. I felt a hand on my shoulder, catching my attention.

 

"You alright?" He asked tentatively

 

"Yeah... thanks man." I managed to say, shock still evident on my face.

 

He smiled and pivoted to the left, starting back to his desk.

 

"No problem." He said, finding his seat and turning back to his group of peers to finish the assignment.

 

I regained my composure and started back to the assignment, reading lazily for the rest of the period. The bell rang and everyone started filing out of the building, into the warming daylight.

 

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Notes

1) I think he was fired, or he left: I didn't see him around the year after

2) not real names

3) I got the feels when remembering this part the FEELS