Faiths friends
Beginning of freshman year:
Hello my darling, sexy, charming readers, Faith here. Here to give you your daily news report, Georgina, my best friend, is trying to get with yet another ugly man. This one is a brunette with a little too much acne and hair that resembles a frayed paintbrush. Unfortunately, this one is not nearly as amusing as the prior. At least Emerson had a funny character arch to him. Apparently he tried to fuck his cousin, or at least drunkenly made out with her. Emerson was also at least more attractive, he was a tall, hispanic man with a butch. One might’ve assumed he was in the army if he didn’t reveal himself to be so damn whiny. I tried to imagine him with a gun in his hands and stotic look, and yet in the picture I conjured up, he drowned in his clothes and trembled in a similar fashion of a bobble head. I found myself smiling, I do it all the time it’s kind of embarrassing. I can never hide my reactions from other people. Georgina interrupted my mental remarks to tell me more of her most recent guy;
“He’s thinks I am his fling, when in reality he is mine.”
“exactly” I agreed in a slightly mocking but genuine way. Georgina and I peaked at each other mid conversation, and proceeded to giggle. I’m not sure exactly what was funny about it, maybe that we were both stereotypes and not embarrassed about it, or maybe because we were both being dramatic for the sake of entertaining ourselves. Georgina continued to rant about the audacity of The paintbrush boy, and I half paid attention. She really just wanted to talk at someone. Georgina was a few years older than me and since school started she has gotten into the habit of walking me to school. Georgina and I have been friends since childhood, exactly 9 years. The truth of the matter, is that the people we are now, probably wouldn’t be friends. We get along through an odd understanding of each other, I know exactly how she would react to anything I said, but I don’t know why she would react in said way. It’s a peculiar place to be with another human being, and yet like an old deck of cards, we blend easily. In said deck of cards I of course would be the joker, or the queen of hearts, depending on how classy I want to be. As we walked into the school building, I tried to come up with what card Georgina would be. With her dark hair and a mild tan, she would probably be a spade. At a second glance I acknowledged her soft features and the point of her defined widows peak, she’d also make a good diamond. Finally, I looked at her outfit, the shirt had a big picture of 50 Cent on it. At that moment I came to the conclusion, she’d much rather be a credit card than be from an old deck of cards. Georgina waved bye to me as she turned left to go walk with her other friends, simultaneously I turned right to be with my friends.
School started a week ago, and all my friends from middle school had already picked a table we would make ours. When I got to our traditional table, I greeted my friends enthusiastically. When I noticed Claire was particularly dressed up, I addressed her ”oh my God, Claire, y’all! Look at her, you might have to tie me up cause I don’t know if I can control myself around her”. Claire winked in reply, “come on, Fay, let go and do what you want to me”.
She pretended to get breathy as she said want. I blatantly stared at the chub that spilled itself out of her crop top, and proceeded to bite my lip in a dramatic way. In response, she fanned her face despite her pale skin not pinking at all. Unfortunately, once we made eye contact, we broke character, and proceeded to smile. We both reached out out hands for our custom handshake.
“sup fatass” I said giving her a nod
“Sup fag-ass” she sassily remarked.
I sat down and began Individually addressing the other people at the table. I had a grand total of 7 close friends, and maybe 6 I kept around as “school friends”. I looked at Maya first, she was a fake blonde, with blue eyes and a romantic-classy sense of style. Her personality deeply contracted her appearance, I could describe her as dumb and impulsive if I chose to be crass. I feel the need to clarify, I don’t mean that as an insult to Maya, I absolutely adore her, but she is who she is. Siting next to her was Elena. We made eye contact, and I smiled, she was a real doll. She sat with her legs spread open in a masculine way, which complimented her masculine clothes. She brushed her short brown bob behind her ear, and looked over to Luis, drawing my attention to him. Luis, honestly, not much to say about him only that he was a funny white boy with a temper. Next to Luis was Zahara. Zahara and I haven’t gotten a chance to talk yet, but once I get to that, I’ll tell you what she’s like. She’s pretty though, her skin was a stunning obsidian just like her eyes. lastly sitting at the table there was Jasmine and Jenny. Jasmine is beautiful, her skin is golden and warm and her silky clothes seem to drape of her body as though Michelangelo spend years carving her. Jenny is also beautiful, just in a different way. Jenny wears her hair with bangs that are an ashy purple color. Her skin is perfect, like the Renaissance paintings, except unlike the paintings, she wore heavy black make up and matching attire.
“Mrs. Griffin has got to be going through menopause, she’s actually demonic lately”. Remarked Jasmine. She received some laughs and nods of agreement. I cut in to elaborate,
“Or maybe shes going through a divorce, the 6 inch heels give a certain message”. Jasmine gave me an odd smile in return. I couldn’t seem to get a read on her. Everyone else laughed though, so I ignored it.
“Speaking of breakups, I’m thinking of dumping my girlfriend”.
The conversation halted, so that everyone could stare at Elena. The silence was almost amusing. We were all preparing our playwright on how we were gonna to fein our sympathy.
“Ohh naur” Jenny said, but it was clearly insincere. Personally I chose to suffocate my smile, others didn’t. We all disliked Elena’s girlfriend, she was totally drab. Jenny and I made eye contact, we gave each other a face. Elena saw and rolled her eyes, but it was difficult to care when we were just given such good news. Maya nudged Elena’s side,
“Come on, we will get you a hot piece of meat to replace her” she ended the sentence with a high pitched laugh.
Everyone beside myself glared at her, I understood why, I just didn’t mind her lack of sensitivity. Maya was clearly not very liked. She had a tendency to defy peoples unspoken boundaries, she has yet to do it to me so we’re still friends. She has her benefits, she’s real fun and keeps life exciting. After Mayas remark, the table fell into an uncomfortable silence. Luckily the bell rang shortly after forcing us to our classes.
I wandered into science classroom, it was a standard lab. The walls were mental asylum grey with posters with Charlie Brown explaining you lab safety. Ugh,I should start being more positive, “mental asylum grey” who the fuck describes settings that way. Y’all must think I’m I should be looking at real mental asylum grey walls. Anyway back to science, it’s so drab, with all its technicals. My friend Maya always says that a place with no fun is meant for none. I suspect this phase wasn’t authentic and was stolen from some playful writer but her point purists. Science does have its appeals, such as Ranza. Ranza is quite a gorgeous girl. She looked like she could have some Puerto Rican heritage. Her hair was long and brown and looked unkempt and her makeup was always left smudged. She looked so sensual, looking at her made my mind want to be dirty. I let my eyes gaze onto her. Her full name was Esperanza, but she shorted it. It was suiting. It made it sound like she was too cool to be here, but she wasn’t high handed to think like that. Apparently she was a senior, why she was in a freshman class, I don’t know; I had thought about starting a conversation with her all week, so I started with what was on my mind, “Hey Ranza, I was just wondering, why are you in this class?” She made a amusing face and in face of my rude prying and elaborated “I have failed Mr. Banquest 9th grade Science class 4 times, I just can’t seem to pass it” Despite the self deprecating words, she didn’t seem bothered.
“Oh that sucks”
“It’s whatever, oh I like your outfit!”
I gave her a showy spin, like I was some model not a loser. Well, I don’t think of myself a real loser, more like the abstract vision of the description.
“You don’t look so bad yourself” I said treating her with cheeky grin. I pretended to an older southern woman. Ranza smiled a sultry fake smile. I find games like this an effective way to deem someone’s open mindedness. I try to avoid closed minded people, they make me feel less of a person. When I’m a round those people I imagine my clothing being striped. Unaware to the uncomfortable turn in my consciousness, Mr. Banquest began his lecture. I discreetly spied on Ranza; the secrecy was unnecessary since her head was on the desk and her eyes were closed. She looked dead. But, in reality Ranza was fine, she was just tired and my brain was just peculiar.
Looking at her sleeping I definitely could come up with some reasons she could pass her class. For example this was the seventh day in a row that she had engaged in conversation with me, and immediately went to sleep. I found it hard to imagine just not caring that much. I mean, she cared enough to talk to me, but her apathy was mind blowing. I found myself wondering how someone could just sleep their life away, I felt the urge to do so but I hadn’t even known it was an option. The lecture was boring and I had a difficult time following so I imagined hanging out with Ranza outside of class. Maybe hanging out at my place, maybe she and I would smoke that shit she always smelled like, just maybe our inhibitions would lower and who knows what would happen? Mr Banquest assigned a diagram were we would have to fill in all the parts of a cell. It wasn’t hard but I wanted to chat so I woke up Ranza and nagged her to work with me. I wanted to continue to get to know her better, so I asked various questions. I now knew that her favorite color was maroon, her favorite animal a sloth ironically, and her favorite movie was minions. Which made me make a face, “okay, okay, hear me out though, watching that stoned was hilarious!” She remarked. “What does that feel like?” The more she talked bout it the more interesting I found it.
“It’s hard to explain, everything’s funny, and every sound goes into my soul.”
“Oh, that’s sounds cool.” To be honest I didn’t get it but I nodded. Then I saw an opportunity.
“We should watch that sometime.”
“Yea, maybe”
It felt a little like a fail, despite how nice she has been since the moment I talked to her. So I moved on and focused on the work provided.
She ended up walking me to my next class, and she told me about her friend being annoying and how she had made a joke that got her yelled at by the teacher. When she dropped me off at my class she said something that made me smile ear to ear.
“You’re such a cool little dork”