Chapter Seven:

"What the hell man, you're late!"

Red bushy eyebrows swivel

in anger as my feet

carry me to the

school's worn

steps.

"Huh? Late for what?"

I respond to Toji, the typical

loud-mouth best friend,

expression always animated;

mouth only silent when stuffed with

canyons of food;

even then, savage, primal sounds

escaped like hyenas,

bolting out a burning building.

"We always walk home together!"

I look at him odd, eyeballs like

moons stalling

their orbit.

"Are you gay?"

Chapter Eight:

"What! What! I ain't gay!"

He started marching about, stance

resembling a wounded

wooden solider

with leprosy.

"I like butts and thighs, and big

breasts out to here!

And I, and I like sniffing panties!"

People began looking.

I distanced myself.

"Yes, that's right! Panties!

I wish they would

make a panty scented candle!

Oh! I should do that. If I did, I'd be

a millionaire...make striped scented panties,

and I'd be a trillionaire!"

I don't know what that girl constituted as normal but this scene definitely wasn't.

Chapter Nine:

After nearly being stampeded to death

by every girl of our school,

Toji and I walked home together, passing

every bland building which today,

I noticed.

Eyes darted,

scanning

the plain sights...

they intrigued me

like I landed in

a parallel universe.

"Look, all I'm saying is, why

don't they make a porno musical?

That way, everyone can

go under the

guise

that they are cultured and you know, into

art

like, you know, all that useless

crap

that no one cares about, to impress a bunch of

strangers

and maybe even their

professors

while still watching..."

I never truly realized how bland everything was.

Chapter Ten:

We passed a park, green grass

Then a lawn, green grass.

One tree in the park was high and healthy

One tree in the lawn was short and sickly.

Two different trees, yet both trees.

Both trees, brown bark.

One lighter than the other,

Yet both brown.

Felt the same to me...

Did they feel the same to her?

Was this how she saw the world?

I twirled that idea in my head, spotting a crowd

of my classmates, half of them equipped

with different iPods with different cases,

yet all equipped with our class uniform.

B

l

u

e.

I suddenly felt the urge

to tear off my

uniform.