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Everything in Katie’s life is going great. Just perfect. She is totally not considering killing herself because there’s a certain someone babbling about irrelevant music artists and the teacher is staring dead at them and they keep talking cause they don’t know. Totally not.
“Because her music is bad, but shes a great person so—“
Mrs. Thompson cuts her off. Thank god.
“So, Lucie, I assume you know the answer due to your talking. What is X to the power of two divide—“
“Say seven.” Katie whispers to Lucie. She vaguely wonders if Lucie will know that she’s trying to embarrass her. But does Lucie know anything?
“—minus 15?”
“Um…. seven?”
Why would she trust Katie in the first place? They’re not friends.
“That’s wrong. Do I have to move you two?”
Yes. Probably. Hopefully. They both know it’s not a question. Lucie moves to another desk still way too close to Katies for her liking. She would prefer if Lucie sat as far away as possible. The rest of class goes by quickly. Katies next period is science, which she is dreading because she has to work on a project with—
“Katieeeee!!! I was talking to you. So the reason I don’t like her is because her music isn’t really my style but…”
It’s going to be a long year.
Lucie now realizes she should’ve listened instead of drawing a hyper realistic version of her Roblox avatar. But then she would’ve never been able to show Ariana. Is that for the better? Maybe. It reminds her of when she used to show Ariana everything. Are they still friends? Hopefully. Probably not.
“Lucie, are you even listening to me?”
No. She should start an argument to switch the topic.
“Yes, obviously. Why wouldn’t I be? You’re like, such a great explainer. Listening to you is my favorite hobby.”
“Okay, go fuck yourself. I’m not doing this project on my own!”
Successfully started an argument.
“What? I said I was listening. God, I should be asking you if you’re listening.”
“I am listening, unfortunately.”
“That is so rude. Has anybody ever told you how rude you are?”
“No, because I’m not rude! You’re just being ignorant to instructions.”
“Okay, then I’ll be the first to tell you. You’re like, really rude. Like, not even joking. Every time you speak someone is thinking about how rude you are.”
“What did I even do?”
“Everything.”
“That’s why you have an F in half your classes.”
“Hey! That’s not what we’re talking about!”
“Ladies, are you guys doing alright?”
Lucie sighs. She wishes that argument could have gone on longer.
“Yeah, we’re doing fine.”
Katie starts the project off. That means Lucie has to do stuff tomorrow. Tragic, really. The bell rings. Lucie proceeds to immediately leave and not help Katie with cleaning up—something she will get stuff thrown at her for—so she can get to the bus as quickly as possible. Her bus driver makes people sit on each other’s laps if there aren’t anymore seats. Lucie had to sit on Katie’s lap one time. Possibly the worst day ever.
At home, Katie doesn’t really do anything. She paints. Maybe. But everything she paints always ends up reminding her of something she’s procrastinating on. She paints a light bulb? Reminds her of science. The project that she will probably fail because of Lucie. She paints a cat? Reminds her that she has to change the litter. She paints a person? Has black hair probably. Reminds her of Lucie. So she doesn’t paint when she finally gets home. Shes goes straight to bed.