I almost talked with Hector today.
How it happened was, as soon as I got off the bus Tim the Bore popped up like he was waiting for me, which I bet he was. I can’t remember a time when Tim was not picking on me. He is such a dick. Anyway, nothing new today, same old joke. “Hey Felix,” he says. “Guh-guh-guh-guess what?” Making fun of how Zyx makes it hard for me to talk. So incredibly clever, he is. As usual I don’t answer, but that never stops him. “Time for the word of the day,” he says. “What do you think? Will the streak continue? Let’s find out...” He’s run-hopping along next to me, and I just stare at the ground and keep walking. “The word of the day is, Felix Yz a....RETARD!” Which is supposed to be funny because my last name sounds like “is.” Get it? Then he does a leap with his arms in the air and screams, “Yes! The streak continues!”
Usually I don’t respond, but maybe I’m feeling a little more stressed than usual because of ZeroDay coming or whatever, because all of a sudden I feel this hot squirt in my stomach and I give him the finger, and he just goes nuts. “What? What’s that?” he says, shoving me and punching my shoulder. I start to shake and I turn to face him, but before I can do anything else he pushes me into the janitor’s closet and slams the door. I crash into the big square sink and fall over against the rolling bucket and just lie there for a second, feeling swoopy.
Once the floor stops wobbling around I get up and try to open the door. It pushes out a little and then slams back, and I hear Tim’s stupid laugh and I figure out from the foot shadows under the crack that he and one of his stupid friends must be holding the door shut. I try again and they push back so hard they make it bang. I still feel dizzy, so I slide down and sit leaning against the door. The wood feels cool against my forehead. The bell rings, but they don’t leave. They start whisper-calling through the door, but I can’t hear what they’re saying and I don’t care.
I start to think maybe I’ll take a nap or something when I hear high heels clacking and a teacher’s voice. Tim answers in that fakey apologizing tone which is actually more smartassy than being a smartass. The teacher speaks again and then sneakers go away, squeaking hard on purpose, and then the door opens and it’s Mrs. O.
Mrs. O is OK I guess. She talks to me like I’m a little kid, but then she talks to all the other students the same way, so maybe it’s not because she thinks I’m stupid. Maybe it’s because she always says things right out of the Positive Things for Teachers to Say Handbook. “Felix,” she says, in her *very concerned* voice. “Are you all right?” But I hardly hear her, because Hector is standing right behind her.
OK, do I really have to explain about Hector? Because it’s complicated and I don’t actually know what I am explaining and I don’t want to.
do what you want do not do what you do not want
Great, Zyx, that’s such a big help.
sarcasm question mark
No, you think?
sarc Yes, sarcasm. Gah. Anyway, I think I do have to explain, because that was my idea with this blog or e-journal or whatever, that I am telling everything from scratch to a total stranger, because if ZeroDay goes, um....let’s just say, if I don’t happen to be around later, people will have everything they need to understand. So. Explaining Hector.
felix explain question mark
I’m thinking, I’m thinking. Uh.
Yeah, you know what? I’m done for today.
zyx love felix
You love everybody and everything. Or so you’re always saying. But, yeah, thanks. As always.
29 days until ZeroDay. 29 days to go.