This choice: Speed up slightly but showing. She has grown more than half a feet by lunchtime • Go Back...Chapter #5Boredom and Ignorance for the matter at hand by: Unknown School was a tedious time for Megan. The timespan between arriving with the bus and class allowed for scarce relaxation. She had 10 minutes to pick up the books in her locker and hurry of to class. Yet what bored her wasn´t really class itself, though those were a drag as well. It was rather the company she endured. Most of Megans closer friends were all either a year older than her, and the few who wasn´t, didn´t go to her school.
In spite of hating the idea of growing up, Megan felt older than most of her peers, especially while during classes. Megan had always been a smart child. That had been apparent since elementary school. While not terribly bookish, Megan had an ability to accumulate knowledge on her own, much faster than her classmates did in school. Her math skills had been nurtured by organizing the lunch money and allowance that her mom would dispense between her and Karen. Her mom never liked the idea of video games, so Megan never got one. Instead she read books when alone, and did so on a considerably greater scale than her other classmates, which made her a ace in English class
All the information that she would get from school, she would process with ease, and it made the challangeles that school provided her a bore. For the same reason, Megan had a bad tendency to sit idle during class, provoking the teachers with her mental absence. When the teachers tried to get back on her with suprise-questions, Megan would either answear with them corectly with ease or bring out some snarky comments, which occasionally rewarded her with a trip to the principal´s office. The principals scoldings didn´t have the same gut-wrenching effect as those her mother gave her, so this was a mild punishment. What came when her mother was alerted of her behavior was the true punishment.
As time had gone on, and the Megan´s behavior never seemed to change, the teacher had in time gotten used to it. It never seemed to affect her grades, so no one saw any harm in it for now. Thus Megan now seemed to spend many classes either reading ahead in the textbooks, or just plain daydreaming.
This was one of those days, though her absent-mindedness was not caused by the usual boredom, but rather cramps that Megan felt throughout class. Some in her feet and legs, some in her back, and worst of all, even some in her chest. She initially feared that her chest was growing by the second, thougn she was too realistic to believe such nonsense. Yet they nonetheless felt sore, and she would rub them in discomfort, along with her other aching body parts. Megan´s teacher noticed this and asked if anything was the matter, but Megan told her she simply had a bad nights sleep.
When the bell rang to lunchbreak, Megan was quick to pack up and leave the classroom to secure a good spot with her friends from the other classes in the cafeteria. In the hallway she spotted aone of them: Craig Sullivan. They had met while both waited outside the principals office after committing trouble. It had been biology, and a girl who Megan shared class with, had slapped a dead frog in her face. Megan had responded by dissecting the frog as her teacher had instructed, and hurled its intestents at her enemy. Craig was more simple. His crime had been kicking down a binding door that had troubled him in the boy´s room. Sadly it wasn´t binding, but had housed a teacher, who had hauled Craig by his ear to the office.
It was a pleasent sight to see the eighth-grader for Megan. She hadn´t been significantly social since thursday, neither over the weekend. And having skipped monday for her haircut, she had begun to miss her usual gang. She speeded up her pace, and walked up beside him. She gave him a small shove, prompting him to look in her direction. ”Zup dude” she said. Craig studied her with bewildered eyes before responding. ”Zup Red” he said referring to her hair. ”Somethings seems new about you?”. His voice seemed in doubt of his own words. Megan smiled lightly.
”Whats with the look? I just got my hair trimmed a bit. Come on, lets meet the others” She said.
”Yeah.... Sure” they continued to walk, though Craig continued to stare at her as if something was wrong. Megan felt more and more awkward as they went on. ”It my hair that weird or what?” Craig looked nervous. ”No” he replied.
”Then what the matter. Why the moping?” Their walking came to a halt. Craig stood thoughful for a moment. ”Megan, you´ve only been gone for like, 5 days right?” he asked. The question caught Megan aback.
”uuhm, yea, you got that right” she answeared him.
”See so were both up to date. So can you see why i find this weird?”
”Find what weird? Im not following you”. She was staring to get frustrated. ”THIS!” he yelled, waving his arms at her.
”This fucking what?” What did he see that she failed to notice. ”What changed so much that you have to act this wa......” she stopped mid-sentence at the sudden realization of what he meant.
While Megan had never been a amazingly tall 12-year old girl, Craig wasn´t an amazingly tall 13, soon to be 14 year old. Still he had always stood roughly a foot taller than Megan, at 5.1
The keyword there was "Had".
For now Megan saw that she rather than looking up, was in fact near eye level with him. Silence occured between the two, who now was nearly alone in the hallway. Megan stepped a couple of feet backwards, looked down on herself. She gave Craig one last look, before dashing past him, heading for the nearest girl´s lavatory she would find. Behind her she heard Craig yell for her: ”Wait! Megan! Fucking wait”. Though she did not, for there was other things on her mind now.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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