Grizzled

Episode 3

Just when the entrance bell rang I just passed the school gate. Still have to run, don't want the first hour teacher to come in before I get to class first. Shoelaces that were released had been stepped on when climbing the stairs. Thank goodness I didn't fall.

When I opened the classroom door, the secretary Marvel was writing my name on the attendance board. Almost checked the alpha, then wiped it off after seeing my arrival.

"You're late, Deck! A fast-forward!" exclaim Marvel competed like an exkul senior who likes to clone his junior.

"It's not too late, brother, I'm on time instead," I replied pretending to be a junior. Immediately I headed to my stool in the back corner near the reading corner.

"If the picket comes in the morning!" said cold Eagle.

"Lho, I'm the afternoon picket" I replied.

"The problem is all that pickets today claim to be afternoon pickets, then who is responsible for morning pickets?"

I snorted as bad as hell. Shall? Should this morning start with this kind of insignificant quarrel? I want to live in peace.

"All right, well, next week I'm not like this anymore, let's just say today I'm being unlucky, okay?" reply relented. The eagle clucked slowly. I don't give a shit. I saw Yasinta who seemed to be working on PR holding back his laughter desperately. Well, right, happy he saw me miserable.

"Working what?" my many.

"PR Physics, you have it?" he asked back. I just grin. I don't even remember that there was PR today. Yasinta also smiled back.

"Alright, I already know your answer."

Of course, ever since Junior High became my friend he understood very well how my battle was.

"What page?" my many.

"Thirty-six, multiple choice, how it works is listed as well."

"Well, I forgot that it turns out all the questions in this book I've done all," I said turning things around.

"Currently, you're getting more diligent these days, sucks!"

"I'm not getting more diligent, Yas. It's just that I get so upset because I'm always scolded, at home or at school, that's what sucks" I replied. The eagle cleared his throat loudly, hearing our conversation. Again I don't care.

"Your style is useful, right?" yasinta said, "you're too smart, Ra, don't make me glare at your gala."

I don't know, what makes other people glare at me? I'm just a sluggish commoner —I call it relaxing. I'm not from a family that has a treasure. I also cannot be said to be an avid student, because learning is just waiting for the mood to improve. Even if I don't want to learn tomorrow, I really won't learn. In the second year of High School, I prioritized reading novels and writing short stories rather than reading or summarizing material. For some reason, when I told you all about it, more and more people were envious. Because even so, I still always get good grades every repeat. Well, where do I know.

"Rb ... Shira..!"

"Did?"

"You daydreaming?" ask Yasinta.

"Eh, no, I'm just remembering when I was doing this."

"Oh ... Can I copy your PR?"

"Yes, that's okay," I replied, starting to prepare the book for the first hour. Yasinta looked at me in disbelief.

"It's not so, deh," said Yasinta.

"Lho, why?"

"It's not usually that you're this kind, I suspect you're in the mood."

"No, really."

"No, I'm not, I'm not."

Uh, yeah, I thought. I glanced at the clock. It's been ten minutes since the bell came in, this is indeed a physics clock. The teacher is always an hour late. Yeah, always has been.

"Well, by the way, you want to hear my story?" my many.

"No, right, there really is a desire" replied Yasinta.

"Eh, no, but yes, anyway! Listen huh?"

"No, Ra, it's not your story, I know last night you read a new novel, found a new idea, then manipulated it in some parts and stated that it was your story. Be careful, Ra, it's really close to plagiarism" Yasinta said.

"No, Yas, really! Well, I did stay up late reading the novel last night, but what I'm going to tell you is not my latest story, but my dream last night" I argued.

"Just the same, Ra! The atmosphere in the novel makes you continue to imagine until carried away by dreams. I'm more interested in reading the original novel than hearing about your dreams" Yasinta replied still unconcerned. I puffed my cheeks. Not enough to call me an amateur writer, he's even reluctant to hear my story. Hmh! What kind of friend is that?!

"Where, Ra?"

"What?"

"You didn't bring it? Hayoo is ready to be fined Mr. Hanri, you know! Today there is Bahasa Indonesia" Yasinta said.

"Really, Yas, I put it in the bag earlier," I answered still busy searching. Instead I found a book covered with chocolate — like bark, also rough textured like bark. The inside is a paper like a very thin wooden sheet, full of foreign characters —like characters in Rusia— on each page.

"What book is this?" tanyaku and Yasinta together.

"You don't know either, Ra?"

I'm shaking. I looked more closely, the color and texture of this wood paper reminded me of one thing, my dream last night. I swallowed in horror.

"Don't my novel turn into this ancient book?" kataku guessed. Yasinta rolled his eyes.

"I didn't borrow, Ra," Yasinta said, focusing on the PR book.

"Wait, Yas, but my novel has turned into this weird book" I argued.

"Stop imagining, Ra, forget about the novel" Yasinta said completely unconcernedly.

Once again I checked my bag, I took out all the books and I confirmed them one by one. Right, my novel disappeared and the book that I did not previously exist and did not know was in my bag.

Well, I have to immediately find a novel loan so as not to be fined during language hours later.

 ***

The sun is rising in the western sky. This kind of atmosphere reminds me of last night's dream. The sensation of goosebumps caresses every inch of skin. I pat my cheeks hard, making sure I'm not dreaming. Thank God, this is not a dream.

I should have been home since, but because I didn't have time to picket, the Eagle told me to throw the garbage into the dump in the back corner of the school. Sure enough, tasks like this are left to women. Moreover, the trash can is full. Imagine how I had to take him down the stairs alone. Puh, suck!

I wash my hands immediately after completing this task. If everyone had gone home when I got back, it turned out that the Eagle was still in class, staring at the hexagon reading corner rack.

"Only alone? Which corner team friends read?" I packed a book.

"Some," replied the eagle.

"Need help?"

"No, just go home!"

"Ah, well, sorry that I always make you angry all day," I sniffed my shoulders and left.

"No, wait!" called suddenly.

"What?" step stopped. He was silent for a moment.

"No need .. I mean, help me, I'm in a hurry!" said Eagle at the end. Basic labile! I just according, looking for brushes used to practice masterpieces. This peelur must be the rest of the Eagle group's masterpiece project. I also joined the Eagle gluing this shelf.

"You really don't have to apologize."

"Huh?"

"Actually you don't need to apologize" repeated the Eagle. Long enough I digest his words, hoping that the next sentence would be like this, "because you shouldn't have to be scolded just because of such a small mistake."

All right, that's the expectation. Want to know the reality?

"For even apologies are useless, you will still irritate me in the days that follow" replied the Eagle.

I just smiled wryly. It's okay, if you hope the Eagle will speak kind and nice words, it's my biggest mistake.

"People like you will always piss me off, really, I don't like you very much!" firmly Eagle while cuek, keep applying the liquid pelurik to the wooden shelf.

"Yes, thank you for admitting it, even though you do not feel the same way for me once" I replied casually.

"I'm not praising you!" annoyed.

"Of course, I know you're telling the truth, there's never been anyone as cool as you expressing hatred directly in front of me" I replied. The eagle just turned its face.

"I'm not praising you either!" added again.

After which, only the ticking of a second needle sounded filled the corner of the room.

"I go to the toilet first" he said. After that I was alone in class until half-five. In the end, I finished by myself hitting this shelf. I think the Eagle went to the toilet of his house, because he hadn't been back in half an hour.

I left the dry rack on the floor and I left. Since the Eagle's bag and stuff were still inside, I didn't lock the class, just closed the door while either Eagle was where.

.Seriate.