Perfectly Imperfect Ch. 1 - I'm not a Loser, I'm The Loser
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"Psst. Spence!"
Geez. It’s Andy’s voice again, intruding into my wistful reverie-and it’s a nightmare. These eyelids are 10 pounds heavy! I can’t open my eyes and, argh, it’s freaking dark! Now this is really turning into a nightmare. Oh my god, I-I’m in a nightmare! Nightmare at Elm’s street! Somebody wake me up, please! Wake me…ow. My head stings. Maybe I bumped my forehead on the wooden armchair giving me this swollen lump. Swear, I’m never gonna sleep in class ever again.
"Dude, class is over." With one swift motion, Andy’s clubby fingers seized my glasses. I have it coming-he’s always bullying me. Just because he’s fat-oh, scratch that-big doesn’t mean he’s superior! Damn it, my vision is friggin’ blurred! Plus, my whole body is drenched, my armpits by sweat, and my cheeks by saliva. Gross.
"Andy, will you give me my glasses? I can’t see-" A low-pitched croak escaped from his throat, cutting me off. I hate it when that pig-cross-bred-with-a-frog does that to me.
"Even though you can’t see Spence, you see you slept the whole History class-" I gave out a groggy grunt and cut him off too.
"I know, I know. So give me the glasses. Now." I tried to sound scary and serious which is often effective every time he does this to me, yet still he won’t give it back. There must be something wrong. I can see a blurred vision of his pig hooves wiping something out from the lenses of my black-rimmed glasses.
"You see-"
"I can’t see Andy! Goddamn it. Stop it with the ‘you see’ and give my freaking glasses before I rip every single fat in your body!"
Both Andy and I were silenced. I didn’t mean to fume out my anger at him, point-blank. But he provoked me! The dead air zipped our mouths closed. There’s a tinge of guilt piercing me for yelling at my best friend just because he won’t give me my glasses. But what’s the big deal? What’s with my glasses anyway?
"Fine. You want it? You have it!"
Woah. It’s like the first time he ever yelled at my face and though I want to laugh about how bad his halitosis is today, I was too shocked to move. Just because of my glasses. He swung his backpack over his right shoulder and stormed out of the room joining the rest of the crowd in the hallway, then Poof. Gone.
Great. I’m alone. Alone with a chalkboard, 25 armchairs, and metal lockers. I just yelled at my best friend, and now we’re in a Cold War.
"What is wrong with the world? Is sleeping during History class a mortal sin now?" Talking to myself is the best thing to do now, now that I don’t even understand what just happened seconds ago.
Stuffing my books into my backpack, I eyed the door thinking that there’s some weird entity stalking at me. Oh, my own version of Peeping Tom. Freaked out a little, my hands seemed to be on an auto-pilot. Then klutzy Spencer came into the scene-notebooks came falling off the table and when I squat to pick them up, here comes the best part…when I stood up, my head hit hard on the armchair. Ouch.
A giggle too girly echoed through the room-it’s from the door. No way, someone’s really stalking me. This is freaky. I swung my backpack over my shoulders and scrambled out of the room. Just before my stalker was able to find a place to hide, I saw her face-turquoise eyes wide open, porcelain hands cupped over her mouth. Is she really my stalker-Rhian Jackson?
"Rhian Jackson?" My face was as astonished as hers. Hello? She’s like the most popular it girl and the hottest cheerleader in South Crest High! The soft curls of her hair dark as the night sky, her rose-colored lips, her striking green eyes like emerald flames sparkling like turquoises engraved to a mother-of-pearl-she’s irresistible.
"What are you staring at, Loser?" Those words that came out from her lips darted to me like knives.
That Queen-Bee-Move again: roll eyes, scoff, sway your hair, then walk away while making disturbing noises with the heels of your shoes-it’s just so degrading. I gave out a huge heave and tried to boost up my ego by looking at my reflection from a tinted window of our classroom. There it is-the big fat LOSER! in my forehead written in boldface.
"This day sucks!" I scoffed.
Grabbing my baseball hat from my bag, I tried to hide the LOSER! mark. Yet still, the real loser mark is embedded on my whole body. There is no way I could hide it. Everyone sees me as something a little higher to the level of trash in the Social Ladder.
I took the long-cut route from home to school for me to have more time to think about what happened today-my glasses, Andy, the LOSER! mark, and Rhian. Everything isn’t just going on the right way. Funny because I just slept on History class. Is this how heavy the punishment’s going to be?
Few blocks away from home, I heard footsteps trailing me from behind. When I looked back, no one’s there, just a leaf blown by the gentle wind. I continued walking, and there’s that pesky footsteps again. I gritted my teeth-I’m too pissed already to be played with-I looked back and there she was, an old witch-looking lady wrapped in rags.
"Um, excuse me, are you lost?" I tried to sound as polite as I could be, but the sudden rise of my tone made it sound more like an insult.
"Son, you deserve a life better than this-"
"Yeah, I know. Wait, how did you know? Right, the Loser..." My tongue was itching for side comments that I cut her halfway, while I was rubbing the mark behind the scattered strands of stray hair on my forehead. But my voice tailed away as I stare at her eyes red as blood, but as tranquil as a river running deep.
"Take this leaf. It will grant you one wish-just one wish."
"Thanks, but no thanks-"
"It’s yours to keep, Spencer. It works immediately, but wears off after 7 days…"
I heard someone calling me from behind-mom. I waved back to acknowledge her, but when I looked back at the old woman, she was gone with the wind. The leaf was the only trace she left, innocently lying on the cold pavement.
I darted a look at the leaf. The other half of me says, Go get it! while the other half says Don’t accept gifts from strangers! But that old woman’s voice kept ringing into my head…and it was so inviting! This mere leaf could grant me one wish of a lifetime? That’s awesome! I could wish to be cool, I could wish to be rich, I could wish to be smart…I could wish anything or even everything! But only lasts for a week. Maybe the best week I could ever have in my whole life.
"I’ll take it."
I picked it up and carefully stashed it into my backpack. The wind kissing my face, I walked past the lanes of houses until I reached mine. It’s mom again, babbling to herself frantically-I could hear her from the doorway. I took a deep breath before I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open.
"Spencer Adams, what were you doing there?" That’s my mom’s greeting. Just great.
"Ah, the one I was talking to the old woman? That’s nothing." I tried to act cool, act as though nothing happened. I’m a 100% sure mom’s going to believe me, she always does.
"Nothing? And…an old woman? Spencer you were talking to no one!"
Okay I take it back now. Mom didn’t believe me, and what’s worse is her hollow voice freaked the hell out of me. I was talking to nobody? Creepy.
"Maybe she was just too short that I covered her. Chill mom, I was really talking to somebody." Here I am again, act cool, look cool though inside I’m trembling like a kiddo.
"But Spence-" Here goes her I’m your mother I’m concerned voice again and the teary eyes act which is so darn irritating. She keeps on treating me like a baby, and I hate it.
"Mom, I’m 17 and not 7! I know what I am doing and I’m tired already, can I go to my room now? "
She seemed hurt with what I just said and gave me the silent treatment the whole dinnertime. I slacked off in my room, trying to keep the pieces of my brain intact. Ever since dad died, mom didn’t trust me. Even going to Andy’s house is like a suicide for her. First, she has to know the home number of the place I’m going to, then she’s going to call me for practically like every 5 minutes saying ‘Honey, are you alive?’ and sometimes I just want to tell her ‘Obviously mom, can a dead person answer a call?’ Maybe I inherited my stupidity from her.
I flipped my laptop open and logged on to Yahoo! Messenger and IMed Andy after seeing he’s online. Tic toc. 5 minutes passed yet, he hasn’t even typed a single reply. Come on Andy, I just want to apologize! Temped by the ‘Ding’ button, I buzzed him and in no time, his reply flashed into my screen.
AndYo: Gonna yell @ me again?
Spencils: Sorry dude. I wasn’t thinking straight.
Last message received 8:32 pm
Spencils: I mean it.
AndYo is typing a message
AndYo: Pssh. Ur such a spaz. :P
Spencils: LMAO. Now wat really happened in History?
AndYo: Caleb again
Spencils: The loser mark on my forehead? As expected.
AndYo: And spilled ink on your glasses. Evry1 laughed @ you. Rhian, Caleb, and his cronies-the hardest.
Spencils: That’s why u took it. God, I feel guilty
AndYo: U shud b. Go 2 hell Caleb
Spencils: agrees. =))
AndYo: g2g man.
Spencils: go. xD
AndYo logged out
That’s why. Now everything is perfectly clear-it makes sense already. If only I could turn back time, I won’t yell at Andy or better not sleep in class. Looking at the list of my online, I saw her. Rhian again. Geez, I want to crush her freaking face! After all that she did to me-degrading me, laughing at me, bullying me-she’s no less than his evil boyfriend, Caleb. Birds of the same feather do flock together. Mark my words, someday…someday they will bow down to me, then the leaf popped into my head.
Scooping the leaf from my bag carefully to avoid deformation, or worse, tearing, I laid it flat on my desk then examined its peculiarity. It looked like any other normal maple leaf. The scent is like eucalyptus, only stronger. Focusing hard, the leaf started to morph into Caleb Anderson’s face. Anger engulfed me. Anger that drove me to use the leaf to crush his reputation. Seven days is all it’s going to take to destroy years of construction.
But they say, don’t make decisions when you’re mad.
Geez. It’s Andy’s voice again, intruding into my wistful reverie-and it’s a nightmare. These eyelids are 10 pounds heavy! I can’t open my eyes and, argh, it’s freaking dark! Now this is really turning into a nightmare. Oh my god, I-I’m in a nightmare! Nightmare at Elm’s street! Somebody wake me up, please! Wake me…ow. My head stings. Maybe I bumped my forehead on the wooden armchair giving me this swollen lump. Swear, I’m never gonna sleep in class ever again.
"Dude, class is over." With one swift motion, Andy’s clubby fingers seized my glasses. I have it coming-he’s always bullying me. Just because he’s fat-oh, scratch that-big doesn’t mean he’s superior! Damn it, my vision is friggin’ blurred! Plus, my whole body is drenched, my armpits by sweat, and my cheeks by saliva. Gross.
"Andy, will you give me my glasses? I can’t see-" A low-pitched croak escaped from his throat, cutting me off. I hate it when that pig-cross-bred-with-a-frog does that to me.
"Even though you can’t see Spence, you see you slept the whole History class-" I gave out a groggy grunt and cut him off too.
"I know, I know. So give me the glasses. Now." I tried to sound scary and serious which is often effective every time he does this to me, yet still he won’t give it back. There must be something wrong. I can see a blurred vision of his pig hooves wiping something out from the lenses of my black-rimmed glasses.
"You see-"
"I can’t see Andy! Goddamn it. Stop it with the ‘you see’ and give my freaking glasses before I rip every single fat in your body!"
Both Andy and I were silenced. I didn’t mean to fume out my anger at him, point-blank. But he provoked me! The dead air zipped our mouths closed. There’s a tinge of guilt piercing me for yelling at my best friend just because he won’t give me my glasses. But what’s the big deal? What’s with my glasses anyway?
"Fine. You want it? You have it!"
Woah. It’s like the first time he ever yelled at my face and though I want to laugh about how bad his halitosis is today, I was too shocked to move. Just because of my glasses. He swung his backpack over his right shoulder and stormed out of the room joining the rest of the crowd in the hallway, then Poof. Gone.
Great. I’m alone. Alone with a chalkboard, 25 armchairs, and metal lockers. I just yelled at my best friend, and now we’re in a Cold War.
"What is wrong with the world? Is sleeping during History class a mortal sin now?" Talking to myself is the best thing to do now, now that I don’t even understand what just happened seconds ago.
Stuffing my books into my backpack, I eyed the door thinking that there’s some weird entity stalking at me. Oh, my own version of Peeping Tom. Freaked out a little, my hands seemed to be on an auto-pilot. Then klutzy Spencer came into the scene-notebooks came falling off the table and when I squat to pick them up, here comes the best part…when I stood up, my head hit hard on the armchair. Ouch.
A giggle too girly echoed through the room-it’s from the door. No way, someone’s really stalking me. This is freaky. I swung my backpack over my shoulders and scrambled out of the room. Just before my stalker was able to find a place to hide, I saw her face-turquoise eyes wide open, porcelain hands cupped over her mouth. Is she really my stalker-Rhian Jackson?
"Rhian Jackson?" My face was as astonished as hers. Hello? She’s like the most popular it girl and the hottest cheerleader in South Crest High! The soft curls of her hair dark as the night sky, her rose-colored lips, her striking green eyes like emerald flames sparkling like turquoises engraved to a mother-of-pearl-she’s irresistible.
"What are you staring at, Loser?" Those words that came out from her lips darted to me like knives.
That Queen-Bee-Move again: roll eyes, scoff, sway your hair, then walk away while making disturbing noises with the heels of your shoes-it’s just so degrading. I gave out a huge heave and tried to boost up my ego by looking at my reflection from a tinted window of our classroom. There it is-the big fat LOSER! in my forehead written in boldface.
"This day sucks!" I scoffed.
Grabbing my baseball hat from my bag, I tried to hide the LOSER! mark. Yet still, the real loser mark is embedded on my whole body. There is no way I could hide it. Everyone sees me as something a little higher to the level of trash in the Social Ladder.
I took the long-cut route from home to school for me to have more time to think about what happened today-my glasses, Andy, the LOSER! mark, and Rhian. Everything isn’t just going on the right way. Funny because I just slept on History class. Is this how heavy the punishment’s going to be?
Few blocks away from home, I heard footsteps trailing me from behind. When I looked back, no one’s there, just a leaf blown by the gentle wind. I continued walking, and there’s that pesky footsteps again. I gritted my teeth-I’m too pissed already to be played with-I looked back and there she was, an old witch-looking lady wrapped in rags.
"Um, excuse me, are you lost?" I tried to sound as polite as I could be, but the sudden rise of my tone made it sound more like an insult.
"Son, you deserve a life better than this-"
"Yeah, I know. Wait, how did you know? Right, the Loser..." My tongue was itching for side comments that I cut her halfway, while I was rubbing the mark behind the scattered strands of stray hair on my forehead. But my voice tailed away as I stare at her eyes red as blood, but as tranquil as a river running deep.
"Take this leaf. It will grant you one wish-just one wish."
"Thanks, but no thanks-"
"It’s yours to keep, Spencer. It works immediately, but wears off after 7 days…"
I heard someone calling me from behind-mom. I waved back to acknowledge her, but when I looked back at the old woman, she was gone with the wind. The leaf was the only trace she left, innocently lying on the cold pavement.
I darted a look at the leaf. The other half of me says, Go get it! while the other half says Don’t accept gifts from strangers! But that old woman’s voice kept ringing into my head…and it was so inviting! This mere leaf could grant me one wish of a lifetime? That’s awesome! I could wish to be cool, I could wish to be rich, I could wish to be smart…I could wish anything or even everything! But only lasts for a week. Maybe the best week I could ever have in my whole life.
"I’ll take it."
I picked it up and carefully stashed it into my backpack. The wind kissing my face, I walked past the lanes of houses until I reached mine. It’s mom again, babbling to herself frantically-I could hear her from the doorway. I took a deep breath before I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open.
"Spencer Adams, what were you doing there?" That’s my mom’s greeting. Just great.
"Ah, the one I was talking to the old woman? That’s nothing." I tried to act cool, act as though nothing happened. I’m a 100% sure mom’s going to believe me, she always does.
"Nothing? And…an old woman? Spencer you were talking to no one!"
Okay I take it back now. Mom didn’t believe me, and what’s worse is her hollow voice freaked the hell out of me. I was talking to nobody? Creepy.
"Maybe she was just too short that I covered her. Chill mom, I was really talking to somebody." Here I am again, act cool, look cool though inside I’m trembling like a kiddo.
"But Spence-" Here goes her I’m your mother I’m concerned voice again and the teary eyes act which is so darn irritating. She keeps on treating me like a baby, and I hate it.
"Mom, I’m 17 and not 7! I know what I am doing and I’m tired already, can I go to my room now? "
She seemed hurt with what I just said and gave me the silent treatment the whole dinnertime. I slacked off in my room, trying to keep the pieces of my brain intact. Ever since dad died, mom didn’t trust me. Even going to Andy’s house is like a suicide for her. First, she has to know the home number of the place I’m going to, then she’s going to call me for practically like every 5 minutes saying ‘Honey, are you alive?’ and sometimes I just want to tell her ‘Obviously mom, can a dead person answer a call?’ Maybe I inherited my stupidity from her.
I flipped my laptop open and logged on to Yahoo! Messenger and IMed Andy after seeing he’s online. Tic toc. 5 minutes passed yet, he hasn’t even typed a single reply. Come on Andy, I just want to apologize! Temped by the ‘Ding’ button, I buzzed him and in no time, his reply flashed into my screen.
AndYo: Gonna yell @ me again?
Spencils: Sorry dude. I wasn’t thinking straight.
Last message received 8:32 pm
Spencils: I mean it.
AndYo is typing a message
AndYo: Pssh. Ur such a spaz. :P
Spencils: LMAO. Now wat really happened in History?
AndYo: Caleb again
Spencils: The loser mark on my forehead? As expected.
AndYo: And spilled ink on your glasses. Evry1 laughed @ you. Rhian, Caleb, and his cronies-the hardest.
Spencils: That’s why u took it. God, I feel guilty
AndYo: U shud b. Go 2 hell Caleb
Spencils: agrees. =))
AndYo: g2g man.
Spencils: go. xD
AndYo logged out
That’s why. Now everything is perfectly clear-it makes sense already. If only I could turn back time, I won’t yell at Andy or better not sleep in class. Looking at the list of my online, I saw her. Rhian again. Geez, I want to crush her freaking face! After all that she did to me-degrading me, laughing at me, bullying me-she’s no less than his evil boyfriend, Caleb. Birds of the same feather do flock together. Mark my words, someday…someday they will bow down to me, then the leaf popped into my head.
Scooping the leaf from my bag carefully to avoid deformation, or worse, tearing, I laid it flat on my desk then examined its peculiarity. It looked like any other normal maple leaf. The scent is like eucalyptus, only stronger. Focusing hard, the leaf started to morph into Caleb Anderson’s face. Anger engulfed me. Anger that drove me to use the leaf to crush his reputation. Seven days is all it’s going to take to destroy years of construction.
But they say, don’t make decisions when you’re mad.
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