Last 219 Days on Highschool

Chapter 8: The Hookers

A day had passed since the club enlistment, which means, it was time for us to show what we got on the panel of judges for the cheerleading squad. But before that, we have to attend our regular class first.

In Montreal High, the first and second day of the school opening were allotted for the students to get along and find suitable club for themselves. On the third day, regular class will start, though technically it was not that ‘regular’ if you ask me.

It was because on the third day, all you do was the introduction of names, and that of the professors for the sake of the transfer students and other classmates crossing to the other blocks. Not that everyone will pay attention on you anyway if you introduce yourself in front.

I mean, I’ve been doing that for five years and yet I only had one solid friend, which is Charlcy, needless to say and then a handful of my co-school students librarians. But I guess, in my new guise now, I am gaining friend way faster… starting with Bella and Shamcey too.

My cousin and I was never been that close, but now, I can feel Shamcey closer to me. Perhaps, it’s because we finally had something in common aside from our azure eyes, in terms of interest-cheerleading.

In fact, she volunteered to coach me and Bella some moves for the try out using the song of Cayen Heart Filia Shake it Up. She was quite the good teacher that my body who wasn’t that use to it manage to keep up a little. I mean enough for me to at least show I am teachable.

Bella on the other hand was doing it at ease. It was like she already most of the moves taught unto us. Perhaps, she’s a real fast learner in terms of this.

I picked up my books as well as the strap of my bag and hang it on my shoulder as the gate of Montreal hangs fifty meters away from my view.

The cab driver automatically halted in front of the gate without me saying it t him. There are only one highschool scampus here in town, that’s why he must have figured out in his own that I’m studying here given the body language of picking up my things he must have witness through the front mirror reflecting the back seat.

I handed my fare and then stepped down already. Looking at my wrist watch, my eyes literally widens in shock. Oh! This is not happening. I mean, this has never happened before.

It’s already eight o’clock in the morning. My watch was advance for three minutes than the actual school clock, meaning I am only three minutes away from being late now.

Crap! This was the first time I’ll be arriving to school with such close to late arrival. For my five years of stay here, I never had experience things like this as I always come at seven in the morning, even before the guard would open the gate.

I could feel the muscles in my legs reacting when I fasten my pace to arrive on time. With the late night practice I’ve done yesterday to have the moves I’ve learn for the try out become a muscle memory and not just a brain memory so that I can make sure that things will go smooth for me.

I had only enlisted my name on one club, and once I failed to get into that club, I’ll end being a having not a single club to call my own, and Madam G will declare her triumph over me. I will be force to get back on the librarian work again, and until the next semester, I will have to stay there.

Not that I personally hate it, but it would be too much for me to bear my lost over my challenge on Madam G that I’ll find another club than the librarian work I had done for five years. Also, I personally want to live up with the content of the anonymous authorless book that I’ve found.

You might think I am being so delusional of relying on a book I accidentally found, but the content quite make a sound argument on me. Plus, there was no harm in trying.

Rather than staying with my static, dull life, it’s way better to try something else out there. And joining an outgoing club like the cheerleaders club, I can make a good advancement in my operation of making my life more dynamic and eventful than it used to.

Cringgggggggggg!

Crap! I just heard the bell rang when I am still in the corridor of the second floor. Most unfortunately, Room 452, which was the assigned room written in my assessment form was at the fourth floor. And if I am not mistaken, it was way in the rear end opposite from where the stairs are situated.

Gosh! I am doomed! For the first time in five years, I will appearing late in class. The best prayer I can say now was that, I hope the professor had also a rough night just like me and ended up waking late in the morning, and thus, late to report to school also.

Ugh! Just how bad am I trying to whisper to the Almighty. I am not making any sense. I just continued walking until I reach the stairs leading on the third floor. I held on the railings for support and started taking the stairs while avoiding one flight at a time to shorten the needed time to reach the third floor.

“Gosh!” I couldn’t help a grasp of surprised slipped past my lips when I saw two couples hooking up at the end of the stairs. Holy freak! What are they even doing? Didn’t they heard about the bell just a moment ago, meaning it was time for everyone to enter our respective rooms?