Post by illirica on Jun 9, 2023 22:06:35 GMT
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The day had started out with frozen waffles. Mina wasn't patient about frozen waffles, so they were still kind of cold and chewy like frozen green beans in the center when she'd been eating them, which had been on the way to school. Mina had a weird relationship with school. She didn't really like it, but she was very much aware of what things could be like if she wasn't in school. She had been not-in-school for most of her childhood, mostly in hospitals. School was much better than chemo, but Mina still didn't like it, and consequently felt really bad about not liking it.
It wasn't the school part that was so bad. It was just that other teenagers were really stupid. Mina sometimes wondered if other teenagers also thought she was really stupid, which was entirely possible, but sometimes she just wanted to scream at people about how so not important their stupid little high school dramas happened to be. Like, who cared if Brayden was asking Nikki or Maria to homecoming or prom or the Halloween ball or the 'totally secular winter holiday dance' or whatever other stupid dance-of-the-month they had to sell tickets for?
She'd almost died when she was a kid. It just did not matter. And saying that would have made her a social pariah, so instead Mina just said "uh-huh" an awful lot and listened to music on her headphones as often as she could get away with it. Not in AP chem, though. Ms. Beal had the personality of a rabid wolverine. It wasn't worth the risk.
She'd been listening to her music again on the way home, trying to ignore the latest in the Oh. My. Gawd. drama that was happening around her. Music, lights, camera, action, crosswalk, BONK.
It had been something like that. And then she'd been on the street and holding her head and bleeding.
This was bad. This was very, very bad. This was especially bad when the driver got out of the car in a panic to check on her and tried to help her sit up before she could warn him not to and got blood on his hands which was unsanitary and gross and currently eating its way through his epidermis.
There was a lot of screaming going on, and it wasn't even hers.
The day had started out with frozen waffles. Mina wasn't patient about frozen waffles, so they were still kind of cold and chewy like frozen green beans in the center when she'd been eating them, which had been on the way to school. Mina had a weird relationship with school. She didn't really like it, but she was very much aware of what things could be like if she wasn't in school. She had been not-in-school for most of her childhood, mostly in hospitals. School was much better than chemo, but Mina still didn't like it, and consequently felt really bad about not liking it.
It wasn't the school part that was so bad. It was just that other teenagers were really stupid. Mina sometimes wondered if other teenagers also thought she was really stupid, which was entirely possible, but sometimes she just wanted to scream at people about how so not important their stupid little high school dramas happened to be. Like, who cared if Brayden was asking Nikki or Maria to homecoming or prom or the Halloween ball or the 'totally secular winter holiday dance' or whatever other stupid dance-of-the-month they had to sell tickets for?
She'd almost died when she was a kid. It just did not matter. And saying that would have made her a social pariah, so instead Mina just said "uh-huh" an awful lot and listened to music on her headphones as often as she could get away with it. Not in AP chem, though. Ms. Beal had the personality of a rabid wolverine. It wasn't worth the risk.
She'd been listening to her music again on the way home, trying to ignore the latest in the Oh. My. Gawd. drama that was happening around her. Music, lights, camera, action, crosswalk, BONK.
It had been something like that. And then she'd been on the street and holding her head and bleeding.
This was bad. This was very, very bad. This was especially bad when the driver got out of the car in a panic to check on her and tried to help her sit up before she could warn him not to and got blood on his hands which was unsanitary and gross and currently eating its way through his epidermis.
There was a lot of screaming going on, and it wasn't even hers.
