buttercup
" ... but as my heart seems to fade ,
I wish someone was to aid
For this will never weep nor pray I won’t love, ever again. ”
As I finished presenting the class went silent. I went straight back to my seat and sat. Mr. Morgan broke the silence with a chuckle. “Not bad Kady, never knew you had a thing for romance.” he chuckled as did the whole class. I didn’t react to it I kind of just sat down and listened for the next person to present. This was English class, with a theme of : Romance in a poetry. It was kind of cheesy at first but when you kind of put yourself into a poem, the poem becomes you and it’s up to the world to accept or hate you.
The bell rang and this time it was the next class. I got up and as I was going out I heard Mr. Morgan called me out. I stopped to his desk and he handed me a paper. My poem.
“Can I ask you something?“he asked. It’s about the poem. ’”Yes sir?” he sighed and I looked at him. “It’s about your poem.” Bingo, he likes it. “What title would you name this piece?” Oh he’s expecting me to say a cheesy title like “Hurt” or “Broken” . ” I thought you’d give it a name of something unfortunate like “Hurt or something like-” I cut him off. “Buttercup. I’ll name that Buttercup.” I smiled at him and he looks confused yet smiled at me. He was wearing this white long sleeved polo and black pants, his hair was black and sweat ran down through his forehead. I chuckled a bit, and bid goodbye. I can hear his thoughts. “Odd one. Yet creative.” I can hear them. As I went out of the room the usual noise was up but my head was noisier. People’s thoughts are coming in and out of my head. It was uncomfortable yet I try to stay put.
Ever since I was a kid I kept hearing noises in my head, I never thought that they were the inner thoughts or even desires. I really thought that I can be some super hero or something, but it turns out these echoes can also do harm not only to the surroundings but to my well being as well. But it was really special, I did not know if there are more people like me, but I guess its really rare to find one.
The couple in the corner the girl wearing a pink top and white skirt, hair blonde and chewing gum, she’s cheating with three to five guys while talking to his third boyfriend giving him some hint she wants to make out later on. The boy on my right wants to ask his crush out, he already prepared the flowers all he needs is a little confidence. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up, he smiled back. The next thing I saw was the football team, and the head captain was gay.
I walked calmly to my next class. “Brauelle is here!” Exclaimed through my head and the next thing I saw was Lily. She walked next to me and tapped my shoulder. “Brauelle!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, its you.” I replied and continued walking, she comes along. “Guess were in the next class then huh?” I nodded. She kept on talking and I just replied bits to her. Lily really had pretty eyes, ocean blue and black hair, it really matched her personality, she was cheerful and outgoing. Except what she’s wearing is the complete opposite. She had checkered skirt and some patterned top and a text that said all over the shirt ” I am me.” and she wore this black bonnet and flats. Even though I’m a boy, she’s a total disaster but I just shrugged it off, she was cool.
We sat together in Science class and to be honest she was really helping me out on this biology class, I was just sitting there being bored and all. I kept hearing things like
“Lily is so hot, who the fuck is the douche?”
" I wish I could sit next to Lily.”
“This is so boring.”
“Why was Science ever invented I mean, come on.”
“Is water even wet?”
I was dumbfounded hearing those thoughts. I never really knew Lily was popular with the boys her fashion sense was a ruin. All the noise in my head stopped when the rain started. That’s weird, I never had the chance to silence my brain and it got me thinking. Is the rain pouring backwards? Aren’t the drops a bit slow than usual? My thoughts dropped when I heard something, or someone.
“Psst. Psst.” I turned back and I saw a girl. Black hair and pretty funny nose. She had this emo make up but pink lips, green eyes but dark clothes. As I looked closer, her hair was a mixture of black and red but the black overpowered the red one. She smiled at me. Lily turned her back too and she smirked at both of us.
“Hey, can you guys tell me what kind of plant is this?” She pointed out something from the book, she painted her nails back. Funny I thought. “Oh that’s an aloe vera, have you never seen one?” Lily asked. She chuckled covering her nose “Oh right! I forgot what they were called, thanks Lily.”
Lily and I turned back in front as I noticed something was completely off. “What the fu--” I mouthed. Who is she? Where did she come from? Did Lily know her? When did she arrive? Does she even go here? The thing that really bugged me off was the fact that-
I can’t read her mind.
