Saturday noon. The day I hate the most. It was originally scheduled for the day to do extracurricular activities.
But I didn't know our teacher meant cleaning by extracurricular activities.
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Students! Today you will clean the desks. Wiping every inch. The teacher Feng told us.
Mehhh... everyone sounded.
Fuck you! A guy on the back was standing up out of his seat.
Stop... stop... the student sitting behind him held his back.
Why did he stop him? I mumbled, annoyed.
The teacher left, giving us the cloths and water.
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And now me and my son Xun is cleaning the classroom desk.
Because we are very, very, very responsible students unlike others who are--
Taraka, its mandatory for everyone and we are not even alone. Everyone is working. You are the one bragging. Xun said, wiping his desk.
Xun, wanna have some fun? I said, wiping my shitty chair where I was sitting with the cloth.
Yes... What are we going to do? Xun asked, still wiping the same place like it will become glass.
Go bring my notebook. I said, pointing outside.
No, I am not your servant. Xun said in a bit loud voice, still wiping the same place looking at me.
Fifty-five yuan. I was trying to say, but the word "Fifty" was more than enough.
Fine! I get it, I am bringing it. Xun said, slamming the cloth on the desk.
I smiled ugly, looking at him leaving without a word.
All the bags were gathered and scattered outside the room in our hallway.
Sigh...
Taraka's bag is blue, right? Hmm, let's see. Let me find it. Xun mumbled, getting to the scattered bags of class.
Xun threw some pink bags... to see the things under...
Here, found it. Xun mumbled again, holding a blue bag with his right hand.
A blue bag? Yes, its Taraka's, I am certain. Xun opened the chain, looking for a notebook.
Hm.. hm.. here, found it. Xun pulled it out.
His notebook is pink. Is he some kind of girl? Xun mumbled again, seeing the odd colour.
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Here, Taraka, your notebook. Xun said, giving it to him (Taraka).
Eh? I made a sound.
What's wrong? Xun asked, looking at me.
It's not my notebook. Where did you get it? I said, astonished.
Your backpack is blue, right? Xun asked with certainty.
Yes... But this notebook ain't mine. I said, taking another look.
Do any of our classmates have blue bags? Xun asked, leaning at my face.
I don't know, but I think not. I said, remembering with my master brain.
What are you guys doing with my notebook? A voice shuddered from behind.
You creeps.
Pr... president? We both looked back.
We can explain...
This motherfucker, did he bring the president's notebook?
Come to the council. You guys don't need to clean. I will manage it.
Uhmm, Mrs... president, can't we resolve it here? I said, shuddering.
No! You guys are giving me creeps. Its rude to peek inside a girl's notebook. The president Jing said, crossing her arms.
But we didn't even open it... Xun tried to say...
Don't fucking argue; come right now, the president said, snatching the notebook from my hands.
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And now we are here waiting for our deaths.
We both sitting at the long table. The council is empty. Only 3 of us. The air feeling heavy.
So you two. Why did you have my notebook? The president sat on her chair.
Oh, wait, did we sit before the president?
Ah... forget it, she didn't notice.
Taraka, you listening? The president said, looking at me...
Y.. yeah... X.. Xun, go ahead, clear the confusion... I said, shaking.
Oh, me?
Welp... uhh, I was taking the notebook from Taraka's bag. But your bag was also blue and same brand. So I took the wrong notebook. Xun said, smiling nervous.
Same colour? You think I am dumb? The president said, pulling both bags and putting them on the desk.
This bitch brought my bag here?
Welp, I think you are dumb; these both are the same blue thing. Xun mumbled.
These 2 bags are completely different. President Jing said, calm.
See, this one is mine and its Taraka's. She pointed at the bags one by one.
But, president... its the same; both are blue and both are from Bucci... Xun said.
You playing dumb? The president asks. Leaning, crossing her arms.
This one is not blue. My bag colour is made by the stone called Lapis Lazuli. Artists collect the stone from caves then they go to their villages then ..........
And that's how my bag is made and Taraka's bag is just normal blue. The president said, pointing at Taraka's bag.
Its not even real Bucci.
I knew Taraka couldn't afford the real one... Xun thought for a second.
But they both look the same. Who the hell is going to see your Lapis Lazuli? They are both same, just agree. I said, pointing my both index fingers.
President, just agree... it was just a misunderstanding...
You guys talk too much. No council perks for you guys for the next 1 month and you will work 1 hour extra every day at the council. The president shouted, her voice high and clear.
What the fuck!!! I shouted, up from my chair.
But its really the same color. Xun sighed.
1 month 7 days... the president increased the line.
Uhh, sorry!! We both sighed and I sat again, knowing arguing will only make it worse...
After a few seconds of more silence, she kicked us out, telling us to go home.
And now we are outside of the council and the bitch is still inside.
And now I need to turn the situation around. I will sell the history to get some rizz.
That was all my plan. I said in a cold voice. It went exactly as I thought.
I knew you would get the wrong notebook and the president will call us. Thus we will be saved from the cleaning job. I said, arm crossing.
All went according to my plan. I said, smugging like I just got married to my wife.
Eh?
Just say you are trying to look like Bayanokoji from Elite of the classroom.
You are dumb as a rotten egg. 0 brain cells. Xun said loudly.
Wait, how do you know that anime? I asked, astonished.
This guy is some kind of... he is looking for holes in my fluff.
I am watching it because a random guy recommended it to me in Ltube to watch that. Xun said, proud.
Fair enough! I sighed.
I thought he found it himself.
Anyway... I remembered something she said earlier.
No, I am not DUMB!!! I shouted.
You guys GET OUT FROM THE SCHOOL AND THEN ARGUE. The president shouted, still inside her room.
This bitch... Taraka hissed...
That day, I realized something...
Girls will never admit nor let an argument go. If you are talking to a girl and you are in trouble, just admit and say:
"Sorry. It is my fault."
Because arguing is not the thing we boys are created for.
Taraka, can you stop your philosophy? We are in the middle of the road. Xun said, annoyed.
Beep** beep**
Hey motherfucker, move! You are creating traffic! One of the drivers said, their face out of the window.
SIGH!