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Person 1: CP

  • Writer: Seraphina Suzuki
    Seraphina Suzuki
  • Sep 27, 2019
  • 2 min read

Okay, so I'm the kind of person who just knows everybody, but not many people know me. (Yes, yes, call me stalker, I'm used to it.)


Hence, the first person's story I want to write about: Colin.


I've known that kid forever, but he never knew me. He's the kind of kid who reads and reads and reads, but will never tell stories. There you have it, a full summary of that guy.


In short: his personality is very boring.


I mean, who loves to read with their whole life, but will not take a shot at writing?

That's kind disappointing.


Anyways, this year I'm pretty sure he knows who I am (we have all the same classes with each other, I hope he knows who I am), plus, he has a locker next to mine.


He's one of those kids who thinks he's so smart using math vocabulary terms outside of class. So when another funny, loud kid named Jerry has his locker open at the same time Colin has his locker open, Colin starts yelling at the kid.


"90 degrees."


Truthfully, Colin was not being rude to Jerry. Its just that it is hard to hear in the hallways between classes. Colin would literally make sure Jerry's locker door is at 90 degrees, before he puts his own stuff into his.


Here's the catch: he doesn't do it himself.


So there I am, the locker to his right, still patiently waiting for him to notice me.


But lets be honest:

Nobody does.


I usually spend the two minutes we have in between classes asking myself, when the heck will this kid actually do what he tells everyone else to do? And then coming late to class myself. Colin, even though we have to spend everyday seeing each other in class, always chooses to ignore me. But whenever I get to class late, he just looks at me like I'm the worst student ever.


And what would I like to say?

IT WAS YOUR FAULT I'M LATE TO CLASS!!!



What do I do instead?


I shoot him a glance like, I know what you are doing. I know that you know me, rude person. I expect you to at least respect me. At least CHOOSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE ME! IT'S A SMALL WORLD, DUDE! AT LEAST BE RESPECTFUL!


Therefore, I'm now thinking of a way to freak him out during homeroom.


I got so many crafty ideas, and so far, talking to myself is one of them. I honestly believe it to be one of the most successful ideas I’ve ever had.


So here was what I have constructed so far:

“I like mackerel.”

“I like mackerel too, Seraphina.”

“I DON’T like mackerel.”

“Shut up, Seraphina.”


(If you understand the reference, please comment!)



I'm planning on getting a few more lines until I'm definite that I will freak him out. Who wouldn't want to see his reaction?


Plus, he deserves it.



Peace out 'till next week!

Seraph

 
 
 

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