IvoryAS said:
ow I am extremley curious!
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I had the worst morning today.
I woke up late, and when I was about to leave, just brushing my teeth right before I had to go to school, I start hearing this perpetual buzzing. I ignore it, and I continued brushing until I was done. And as soon as I begin to depart, I realize what the buzzing was, it was a water alarm - my house was flooding and I had no time to waste before my bus was to arrive.
I swore. I whipped out my phone to determine what music I would be listening to - I picked
Honor for All like I usually do as I'm a very cyclical person. As I grabbed my house key and walked out my side door. That's when, quite comedically, a pile of water that accumulated on the top of the door slipped off and landed directly on my head and phone. I blurted out another profane comment.
After wiping my screen off and shoving it into my pocket, I continued to my bus stop. I was immediately pelted with the monsoon falling from the heavens above. Even so, I endured. Knowing that turning back inside looking for an umbrella would take too much time, leading me to miss the bus.
When walking down my suburban street, I see
it. The entire bottom half of the street is flash-flooded, there were at least six inches of water - tall enough to halfway reach my knees. Parked in the middle of the street is a man in a car, he stares at me through the windshield. His eyes follow me as I soak myself up to my calves in dirty water to reach my bus stop. He then smiles and speaks:
"Is school really that worth it?'
I turn my head, and I seeth at his carefree smile. I look at him like a man - directly in the eyes - and with pronounced neutral tone I verbalize:
"Yes, it is."
For an instant, the man looks surprised at my answer, but he shakes it off. And then he begins laughing. It was the most grating voice imaginable. His laughing grows louder, even as he drives off to where ever he wanted to go.
I finally reached my bus stop. I take out my phone again and I inform my mother of the flooding downstairs over the phone. As I put my phone away the bus comes, and I head to school.
After school, I came home and explained the story to my sister that I told at school a thousand times to countless others, friends and strangers alike - whoever listened in on my whining. And as I told my sister the story, I told her something I didn't tell the others, I told her about the man.
I got rather dark in my retelling of how mad the man made me. Saying something weird like, "I wanted to kill that man, I wanted to wear that man's skin." My sister laughed, and said I should tweet it out, and then post that tweet to this thread because of how "out-of-context the comment is".
I obviously obliged.