Tuesday. Yeah, today's Tuesday. Yesterday was Monday, if you need reminding. I'm terrible with dates and names of places—more than I'd like to admit.
But that's besides the point.
Today is Tuesday, and I'm sitting studiously in the middle of my first period. That's what I'd like to say, but I'm afraid that isn't the case.
I'm trying my best to stay awake and not doze off in the middle of the lecture. Staying up all night, arriving home (or maybe I should say sneaking back into home) at 6 in the morning did a real number on me.
And to make matters worse, my sister decided to wake me up earlier than usual, so I only got half an hour of sleep, if you can even call it that.
I guess you can say I woke up bright and early for school; the early bird gets the worm, they say. But how the hell does that make any sense? If the bird is early, then wouldn't they miss out on finding the worm once it leaves its nest? If so, the said bird would have to wait patiently for a worm to arrive. But if you're too early, you get bored or distracted waiting around, and the worm slips away under your nose. Why wake up early when you can catch a few more z's and have more energy to make whatever it is you want to do easier? It is claimed that if a person doesn't get roughly 24 hours of sleep and decides to drive, they're practically driving impaired. Would you then say that this person is an early bird? Of course not! You'd be an idiot if you were to say so. Being early is nearly as bad as being late. Which is worse, though? If you're late to, let's say, catching a worm, the worm will likely have left wherever you were planning to catch it. But if you're too early, you're focus deteriorates and you become unmoored, and the worm sneaks out right beneath your nose. Or perhaps, in Olympia's case, the flower wilts, and its nectar is no longer available to you (considering her lack of a nose).
"Only I'm allowed to make comments about my lack of a nose!" a wild, Butterfree exclaims, waking me up from my trance.
Sorry, sleep deprivation tends to make me ramble. Hope that didn't derail the story too much. Let me catch up—400 words of nonsense later.
After my failure at trying to stay awake for class, I dozed off, or maybe it's better to say I dazed off, considering I didn't necessarily go to sleep, and instead I was daydreaming. Is there much of a difference between the two? Probably not. Maybe that's a ramble session for another day?
"Stop trying to entertain the readers and focus on entertaining me instead!" Olympia snaps.
First period and break are over now, and I'm sitting at the lunch tables. Just kidding—like I'd survive lunch surrounded by a herd of loud teenagers.
"Hey…you could at least share with the readers that it was me who said that last line…"
A perk of being friends with the school's top student—
"I'm also the class president and student body president! That's why you're getting these perks!"
"Ah, my mistake. Class president. Not much of a difference between the two, but I digress. A perk of being friends with the school's top student, the class president, and the student body president (choose a struggle, am I right?) is that we get to enjoy our lunch in the student council room.
There are other members of the student council, of course, but none of them spend their time here, from what I've heard from what's her name.
"My name is Olympia…"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, Emporio.
The lack of members in the student council room is due to one thing: they believe that Miss Perfect can carry the weight of the school for them.
Because she's the top student, class president, and student body president, they think she can handle everything alone. So they stay away. They say it's to avoid weighing her down or disrupting her flow. But it's just selfishness dressed as selflessness. They come up with the most stupid of excuses: "we'd only weigh her down," "we'd only be in her way," "we don't want to disrupt her flow." They hold her on top of the highest podium and tell themselves that their lack of aid is justified. They justify their selfishness by claiming their actions are motivated by selflessness. These types of people piss me off. I hate these types of people.
"Hate is a strong word, Kiyomi. Don't say that you hate them, especially when you don't know them. If I asked you to name one of these people, could you? You don't really know them, only what I've told you. There's likely more to that. There's likely more to what I see them do. We don't know. We know what we know, and that's it. Nothing more. Nothing less." Olympia shares with me her view on her neglectful partners, but I can't help but still be upset that Olympia must carry all of this weight on her own.
"I'm not on my own, Kiyomi. Did you forget that you're here? You're going to join us, even though it is our last year at this school. Better late than never. Better early than forgotten."
"As if I'd be accepted. But if my joining means less pressure on you, then I'll join happily. Without a second thought. Even if I have to slice mountains in half, travel through time, or fight alien parasites straight out of Chrono Trigger, I'll do it."
"I know you're trying to sound cool and all, but I already asked our advisor if you can join, and they said Sure. I did have to put in a good word for you, though. So maybe a thank you is the least I can get."
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"Hurry the hell up and thank me!"
"Thank you so much, Olympia! I'll never forget your act of kindness!"
After my thanking, we shared a laugh.
A laugh shared by just the two of us.
One I won't soon forget.