illusion stop lights and skool
1 meet clair claus a rebellious teen
The date was december 20, last year [one year before the time you are reading this story.]
Clair felt that she could not wait for the winter vacation. she hated skool. can you relate to that feeling? she wished that winter vacation would be the entire months december and january. she also hated that already at 4 after noon, the time she ended her 11-grade-studies, everything outside the building felt dark as the sun was nearing the horizon. she wished she could enjoy the "golden afternoon" a phrase in a song that she heard from disney.
clair was laying in her bed at ten pm, which was shown on her clok: 22:00. she felt tired anyway. her parents santa and izsabbel claus, nagged her that she needed to listen at skool.
she must sleep early and could not enjoy the nite kuz then she would be drowsy at skool. the "price" of that fun would be "not paying her credit card" at all. not even the fifty dollars they agreed to pay for each month. but only if she slept at ten pm. besides ahe felt tired anyway and she hated that the teachers would notice and say comments at her.
as she lay on her soft mattress and soft sheet, she hugged her thick fluffy winter quilt. it was filled with bird feathers that kept the birds warm and seemed logical to use to keep herself warm.
her ma named izsabbel would have annoyed her if she had not done her home assignments. that night she needed to practice the math called dividing fractions. like when was that ever useful in life?? at least if i double a recipe: half cup flour, i can use math to know one cup, but this?? who ever halved a recipe? you just made it and saved whatever was not eaten, if too much.
she hated numbers in general and math was the worst subject from all the bad subjects at skool. at least in "lit" they had stories, but even then, the stupid skool always chose the boring stories. skool emphasized fruitless grammar. who cared? as long as we understand the story. and worse was science and math that had no story at all !! her thoughts wanderd from complaining about annoying skool... to one of the boys in her class room. he was in the same grade for mrs. hepburn lesson of science- physics, which by the way is almost entirely... more boring mathematics and equations. he sat far from her near the window.
in classes, clair always tried to find the chair nearest to the door. even at the "dreadful cost" of being in the front row near the teachers, ugh. she knew the name of the cute boy. his name: burt. yes every day at the time of attendance the teachers would say that name "burt butterell". burt would rais a hand. soon, just hearing his name made her heart flutter. he was so so hot! she loved his dark hair. even from afar. she loved from near his choclat-brown eyes under that unique long uni-brow. his nose seemed too small for his face. the nostrils were like slits and never like that gross teen named brian, that had hairs dangling from his nose. not burt. burt always appeard with combed hair and as if no hair grew in his lovely nose.
she did not mind that burt had those braces wires in his mouth that zig and zag from oddly spaced teeth. some teeth extended lower than others or were "more inside" behind the curved-arch-bow of the teeth. that just proved that he cared enuf to make his teeth in a row.
clair turned her hed to look at the pale green numbers on her digit clock. that clok was a gift from her frend ava. on her fifteenth birthday she had invited som frends, including the nerd liam, to a small party. ava and barrbra each brought their rhyming boyfrends: ayden and braiden. however liam, charlet clive and caden did not come, despite her personally handing them the decorated invitations. she had not invited gross brian the hairy nose. worst of all her burt had not come. when she had handed him the colorful invitation, he had been polite. "i am sorry that i cant come kuz i have..." she had not even heard his words... lost in those dreamy choclat eyes. you know what that means.
at the party each one gave her a small present. she loved ava's present the most. this pink clock with pale green numbers. that showed the time 22:22 now.
clair thought 'oh why? when i think of that clock my mind goes to burt. he was not even at the party.' she knew that she must sleep or else the teachers would nag her for being drowsy as if she had negligently not slept, . but her mind kept returning to burt. she wrote a text message: "hey burt now is all the same numbers 22:22 cool?" and tapd the screen on the place where the word "send" was seen.
too late she realized, he would think that was not special, because every day also had 11:11, and twice. and worse !! what if his clock showed "10:22" he would think she was a freak. she wanted him to like her and at least notice her. she thought oh why when i need to sleep burt keeps me awake in my memories.
burt always sat by the window in mrs. hepburn class. clair's eyes were constantly jumping from the clok with the black hands that barely moved... to that window where burt sat. burt was always looking at the teacher as she talked. burt almost always wore jeans. once she was near enuf to see the symbol. it was not levi nor wranggler but some other symbol that she did not know.
his shirt was almost always one color, differing each day but always with a soft collar folded around his smooth neck. the style of shirt had only 2 or 3 buttons near the neck. she wonderd why he liked that style? but they looked great on him. and each day he chose different color shirts with those pale blue jeans and black-labor shoes.
'no.no!' she thought as she pressed her eyelids together... she must sleep. the teachers would nag her again for being drowsy in class. but she could not stop thinking about burt sitting beside the window... facing the teacher... finally burt was talking to her and noticing her... a great dream... interrupted by "beep beep beep" yikes! morning already.
another skool day... the windows were dark from clouds on this FIRSt day of winter. the night had been the longest of any other nights but she felt as tired as if she had not slept. tireder than when she had started sleeping... and she heard rain. she jumped from her bed and switched off the beeping before her mom "queen isabella" would shout at her... and another day began...
to be continued... chapter 2 at skool and the rebellion.
2 the rebel
clair had already switched off the beeping clok. she hurried across her small room to her personal shower room. she emptied her waste water from her body. then pushed the handle down so water sloshed down pushing all the bad water away. away from her room to... who knows where. she wanted to shower but then ma would complain "your hair is wet clair, you cant go out in the winter with wet hair. i dont want you to get sick and miss school" today she felt like she should get sick... then she could stay home from gross skool. but feeling sick was bad too.
clair stood by her mirror in the shower room and brushed her blond hair. she wanted to impress burt. she hated her blu eyes because that color was not nice on the eggshell white eyes. instead she could have green or better yet brown eyes or best those choclat brown eyes like burt. that was a good contrast on white eyes.
she liked her blond hair but her eyebrows were barely visible kuz also blond. clair pushed some mustard colord powder along her eyebrows so she would have eyebrows.
under her eyes were a few pale brown freckles that contrasted her milky-pink skin. that was pretty... same as burts eyes.
clair washed her hands in the cold chilly water and rubbed her hands together under the stream of water to make her hands clean. she dried her hands on the long soft green-teal towel. she walked to her closet and there she yanked off her long gown of pyjama. she quickly yanked down her pyjama pants. and was just about to choose her skirt... when her door flew open.
clair spun to see her ma at the doorway and blurted out "you are rude ma. you must knock" at the same time ma isabell claus shouted "cover yourself! is this a brothel for hores?" clair repeated in a calm voice "you need to knock". ma raised her screaming voice "dont you shout back at me"... and clair knew she had pressed her mom's hypocrite button. ma was at fault this time and must be feeling angry that clair had noticed.
instead of her skirts, clair grabbed a pale blu blouse. pulled the hanger from the closet and turned it. the ruffles in the front looked nice. burt would notice her.
as she pulled the blouse over her head, ma complaind again, "your legs are bare i can see your entire back and legs". usualy clair woulda replied "sorry ma" but this time... clair rebelled saying "shut your... eyes... and ... mouth too."
instead of the skirt she decided to wear jeans, but before taking them said to her shocked ma, "and if i go to skool, only like this that is fine the same as at the beach."
mom stammered... and finally managed to say "well i never" and left the room. she shouda left when she saw that clair had left bed.
ma walked to parent room and bellowed at pa, "clair is awake. santa claus replied "you gotta trust her, she is a good kid"... but clair was too far away to hear his kind words.
to be continued.
clair grabbed her coat and left the house without eating brekfast. she did not feel hungry anyway. she was worried burt would think she was fat like her dad santa.
she walkd along the path from the door to the sidewalk. she turned left toward skool. and reached the light. the cars moved by her and the light shown red telling her "stop". she felt like stopping her trip to skool. but feared the price of her credit card. she wanted to buy new things each month. she did not want to wait just standing in the cold.
CLAIR swirled her finger in a small circle 3 times and then flicked her finger toward the set of 3 lites. a shiny red ball covered the dark top lite... and dark balls covered the other two. the drivers could not see the green light telling them "go" because of her illusion. they stopped kuz they saw the red light and clair safely crossed the street.
a few more paces along the pavement and beside the frozen grass, was the path to the skool. she again had doubt if she should enter skool? but she wanted to see burt and for burt to see her. that she wanted. not any person telling her to go to skool or telling what they wanted.
she enterd the class room for first class.
the teacher was not there. burt approached her and offered her half of his egg samwij. she wanted to thank him but feared she would say the worng thing. she felt like her lungs were frozen in fear. and stammered... finally she nodded and ran to her desk near the door. she shoved the samwij down her throat hardly chewing and barely tasting the kejjup and cheese.
the teacher mrs. bek,bel bek enterd and checked the attendadance.
she said the list of names: "caden, cal, cedrik, clive, cody, connor, cy" each boy responded here in contrast to burt who had simply raised his hand silently. then girls: "cady" clair wished that her name was "cady" but she blamed her parents for choosing an ugly name. like clair, air, ugh. the list continued... caryl, charlet, christell, [which sounds like crystal so double meaning]... and before "clair", the teacher said "kyma" and a girl protested "not kyma". bek tried again "keema". the girl spelled "c-i-m-a like city so seema". the teacher repeated cima, adding "yep like cilia and city and cent". next bek said clair and clair replied "not here". the teacher ignored her words as if she had said here and continued the list: cora then d etc.
a ma and dawter enterd the classroom. ma said "sorry we are late we met with the principal who sent us here. meet bia." the teacher wrote the name and bia went silently to sit at the empty desk... besde burt. clair glared at bia's fashion skirt and simple shirt and felt dager that the new girl would be near her burt. worse bia said "hi" to burt.
she shoulda sat near burt... but by the dor was better.
in fact she would leave now ! as the teacher read more names, clair left the room and walked along the corridor.
she expected the monitor ranger to stop her but saw none.
clair left the skool. her vacation had begun early.to be continued.
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