Chapter Four

"Yeah, I guess."

I could only respond with,

"Yeah, I guess."

Never before had someone

accused me of saying

normal things.

"So are you going to pick

these papers up, or what?

What are they anyway?

They don't look like homework."

The several scraps of paper

were decorated in fragments;

bits of phrases and bizarre

words strung together.

The fragments marred the pages. No discernible order;

flowing like independent rivers;

disregarding the lines and margins that usually

imprisoned

them, free to float with their own orbit.

I picked up several pages,

briefly scanned over contents.

Despite neat handwriting, my head began to hurt.

I strolled over to one of

the trashcans.

I hated picking up after

other people, but I couldn't just

leave the mess.

If a teacher were to see it

along with me leaving it,

I would become the culprit.

The woes of being human.

Chapter Five

"What are you doing? Are you

seriously going to clean this up

even though you didn't create it?

How stupid is that?

Why not just leave it?

It's just trash, like anyone will

notice some stupid trash

lying around.

Besides, it's not your job.

It's the janitors; those idiots

get paid for this sort of thing.

So, if you think about it,

you're not accomplishing

anything-wasting energy.

Why go through

all the trouble

for something

no one

cares

about?"

"Because it's not like you're

going to do it."

I quipped, annoyed by this girl.

What was her deal?

"Besides, it's not a big deal."

I added with a smile, picking

up more scraps of paper.

Not a big deal was a mantra

I repeated many times for when I did things like this.

I hate chaos.

I love order.

"Sure thing!

Let me help!"

Rip.

I turn around to see the girl with

a sadistic look on her face, last

piece of paper ripped out her

empty notebook.

With an uncaring motion,

she drops the paper to the floor.

"All

the

same."

Chapter Six

All the same.

After those cryptic words,

the girl crept out

the classroom without an

adieu, leaving me to

pick up her spoils.

At first, her act angered me,

making me want

to shake my

fist like a Titan,

yet I couldn't be too angry.

After all, I figured

I'd be the only one picking up.

Besides, it's not like one

paper made a difference.

Sure, there was the principle

of the matter,

yet I wasn't about to let some

random girl

get under

neath

my skin.

I'm better than that!

Where people get mad or even,

I stay calm and neutral!

All the same.

Stupid girl.

What was her point anyway?