LIE

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Chapter 3

I like first block. I like Mr. B. He's intelligible, credible. Never says too much, or too little.

In second block I was called on.

"How many Joules?" Mrs. S asked.

"Luc?" She called on me. Me!

I couldn't even get my calculator in my hand! I stammered and froze.

"I don't know." I said finally.

"Luc, how many Joules?" What's wrong with the first answer? You deaf?

"I. Don't. Know." I told that persistent gender-bent Brian May bitch. She left me alone and called on someone else. Bitch.

No one ever listens when someone tells them about Anxiety! It's like a big game to see how badly you can wind the anxious!

Fuck her! Fuck the class! Fuck this school! FUCK!! IT!! ALL!!!

"What's wrong with you?" Evie questioned. "Come sit with me!"

I've been sitting all day...it hurts even more.

"I don't feel like sitting." I said lowly.

"So you're going to stand for the entire lunch?"

I thought about it. I sat. I groaned. Evie laughed. I already knew the answer, but I still wanted to ask.

"What languages can you speak?"

"Only Mother Tongue and English." Evie answered.

"Mother Tongue?" I questioned.

Oh. Arabic.

"Arabic." She said.

"Will you say something? Please?" I begged.

Evie laughed.

"Ealayk 'an tatanawal alghada'a."

I liked Evie's accent. A lot. English or Arabic. I might even learn Arabic: just so we can chat one on one.

Evie spoke English very well. Maybe she's been here longer than I thought.

"Okay." Was all I could say.

Evie giggled.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I said, you should eat lunch!" She answered.

Evie ate lunch. She would either eat food from her country or a sandwich. Her country's food smelled weird; it messed with my nose.

"Why don't you eat?" She asked.

"Too nervous." I replied.

"What? But it's just you and me sitting here." She stated.

"I know." I said simply. But it's not that simple.

Fourth Block today was Theatre Arts. Something about Theatre Arts makes me come alive.

The teacher, Mr. D, was a tall slender man with graying hair, and wrinkles here and there. He dressed nicely; collared shirts and khaki pants with dress shoes.

He was odd. He used many different funny voices and told interesting stories - some life tips; some not.

Due to the voices he'd use, I was a little creeped out by him. Actually, a lot of us were. I heard whispers of people wanting to switch out of the class -- but that could have been anything.

One girl specifically told me that Mr. D creeped her out and wanted to switch classes. This man definitely didn't care about social norms.

"So, what kind of name is 'Luc?'" Some random skank asked.

I mentally rolled my eyes and gave her my answer.

"My name."

I lay on the steps at home. I sure as hell couldn't move. A bruised and beaten body gets you absolutely no where.

Why did this happen? I broke eggs and Chet broke my ass.

Chet: my foster father; an asshole only in the game for the money. Reeks of beer 24/7.

If only anyone knew...how different things would be.

I crawled up the stairs.

Everything is my fault. It's always my fault.

After reaching the top stair, I lay there on my back staring at the white ceiling. I sometimes catch myself wishing I would slit my wrists already, but then I remember I have things to do. So I'll hold off on that. For now.

It's still Summer. Still hot. I could go to the river for a swim. It's only a mile away from the house, I could walk. I need the exercise anyway.

I reached the bank of the river. The water was nice and calm. I loved hearing the gentle slosh of the water.

I liked the river because it was the exact opposite of my insides; maybe someday I could be like that.

I looked up past the river. It just goes on and on. As far as the eye can see.

The water made a noise; a fast noise.

I looked down as the water parted and a head rose.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed.

A dark-haired guy stood up. His dripping hair clung to his forehead. He was looking at me. Oh shit! This guy's naked as fuck!

I turned my head as my face burned. Dude...

I heard him coming towards me.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." A calm voice said. I could tell he had walked past me.

I turned, "Hey, where are your clothes?!"

Mind your own business, Luc.

The fuck? He was already dressed. He just kept walking. Okay.

Well! I'm not gonna let some sexy-ass guy ruin my swim! Bitch. I stripped out of my boxers and put on my swim trunks.

I jumped into the river and swam to my heart's content.

Happy as I was after the swim, I had forgotten about the nude guy.

I sat on a stair in one of the many stairwells at the school during lunch. Evie sat at my side.

"I think I should bring you lunch." She thought out loud.

"Mm." Was all I said.

"How come you do that?" She asked.

Never answer? I don't know.

She stood up when I didn't answer.

"You know what, Luc? I wasn't going to say anything, but you need a reality check!"

"You can't just do that shit to people! Quit it with your holier-than-thou attitude! That's a dick move! But if it's coming from you then I guess it's a given!" She completely snapped.

"There are people who have it much worse than you! You get to go to a great school like this! You are given the opportunity to eat yet you ignore it so ungratefully! You apparently have a great family who loves you! You have absolutely no reason to be so flippant!"

Evie snatched up her lunch and stormed away.





















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