The Idea of Release

Not a second passed by without my urge to murder Damien going down. The day went by at a fairly slow pace and each and every minute, Damien stuck to my side. When I told him that he 'wasn't my tour guide', he'd only retort back with a 'I'm just being a friendly classmate' as an excuse. And there was no arguing with that, was there?

Slumping down on my seat, I hid myself behind my textbook as the history teacher droned on about the effects of some war in the past. I was barely listening, which I could tell the teacher noticed - I certainly wasn't making such a good impression on my different lecturers the first day.

Instead, I dreamt about going back home, to my room where I could retire in peace without some idiot following me around like a chihuahua. 99% of the subjects I took were the same ones as Damien's and so it was quite hard to avoid him.

Even during lunch time, he wouldn't leave me at all. I couldn't find Nick and Leo during the forty-five minute break and so was stuck with the pest and all his idiocy for myself.

But I was looking forward to the next period: my one, forty minute lesson of release from the clutches of the stinky stable boy. I did Spanish, and I was the only senior in the school who took two language-subjects. I didn't want to drop it, considering I'd been taking it as a course in my old school.

The best thing about my taking Spanish here was the fact that Damien didn't. Which, personally, was my ecstasy.

The End

366 comments about this story Feed