yeah, a trouble adventure.
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it's recess, and i'm struggling to get out of the crowd after buying my strawberry tea. finally i am, breathing in the air but i have barely loosened the bottle cap when i hear my name being called. uh-oh. it's mr syafie, and he's yelling, "e'indah, clip up your hair right now!"
i turn my back against him and walk away, but he chases after me and continues, voice raising, "clip up your hair NOW! you look TERRIBLE!"
he practically walks me over to the sinks, where i stare at the mirrors hovering above. the discipline master watches me admiring my reflection, until finally he comes over and asks, "why do you want to look like that, E'indah?"
i don't answer. i'm too busy wondering why my eyebrows are so messy. mr syafie loses his patience i think, because he is asking the same question again and again without waiting for me to answer. "are you going to clip up your hair? are you going to clip up your hair or not?"
well, it's a question, so i answer truthfully, "nope."
he asks me to repeat. the request was polite, so i obligingly repeat that one word. "nope."
he stares at me. i automatically offer, "just give me detention lah." damn, he looks really pissed off right now. he opens his eyes wide and practically screams, "i'm not even going to send you to class, you go to the office right now, and your conduct grade is doing down!"
not even halfway through his mash-up of three sentences at one go, and i'm already walking to the office direction. obediently, i bravely add. some of the juniors are staring at me, and i just want to punch their faces out right now. stop staring at me!, the inside of my head screams.
nonetheless, i remain emotionless surface-wise and sits at my make-up bridging desk. the last time i was here, i had been excited about shopping trip to bugis with The Boy and his twin. the memories really hurts.
as time passes, more and more memories return. come back! come back! but i know he would not. not now, anyway.
mr syafie comes along every now and again, asking whether i am ready to clip up my fringe or not. i am in a daze, so he is completely disregarded. where is The Boy? has he eaten? he's so handsome. he can't eat eggs. when is he coming home?
i end up missing up to 5 hours of lessons, but i just go O well.
the bell for 3.50 goes off, and POOF! i am a ninja now. i tiptoe towards the general office and peek over the corner. enemy is spotted, distracted by other students. i take the chance to dash past, and that i do. dash, i'm a ninja!
like slow motion, i see the discipline master staring at me from the conference room. i smile and casually walk from the tower to the bus stop, joining the other students huddle together to shelter from the splattering rain.
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as for today, i had gone to detention after school obediently. the teacher there was none other than my home tutor mrs cheryl chew, and she asked for my blue slip, which i had completely forgotten.
i was quietly doing my writing like a good girl but mr syafie had to keep coming and telling me to clip up my fringe, and i'm like aku buat kerja sendiri pun nak kacau. the second time he told me, he gave me an hour extra detention.
and then the fourth time, he said i'd better go to the office or he'd suspend me from school tomorrow. haiii.
anyway, i went solitary escapade today. to bedok, i really like it there! o and Man at the Taxi Stand, still no signs of him. hmm......
camwhored with syazana in the toilet earlier. my childhood friend, heh.
ripping out the feelings used to hold me into place. breaking out the structures i'd unfold at my disgrace. i'm digging deeper to lay my misery down into the water so that it may drown. a grey so dark, it moves in silence and kills again. A Grey So Dark, Trivium.
and no, i hadn't met with 'Irfan noorhalim today. maybe friday. imma force him to bring me up on the seashell pavillion like he and The Boy had nearly three years ago. attack, because i am a cheetah. he gonna get me up there or else.
hehe. bye.
p.s i wrote a lot about, tadah, 'Irfan noorhalim in my diary today. but no, no matter what, i have never had any form of attraction towards him.
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