We the Weirdos

Chapter Nineteen

"So, what's it like here?" I asked Jonah, the guy that was leading me around.

"Eh. Silent. Quiet. Noiseless. Soundless. Peaceful-" I stopped him.

"Okay, Jonah, I think I get your point." I chuckled. "How many people go to this school?" I asked, wondering why it was so quiet here, "This isn't a bad school."

"Just about twenty people." He said, looking at the walls, showing me to the arts room.

"Oh. I meant the whole school, not a class." I said.

"Yeah. That's the whole school." He laughed.

"Why only this little people? Like I said, this school isn't the worst, but question: do you guys have french fries? If not, I'll gladly swim back home and grab a few of those from Chick-fil-A." I said quickly.

"Whoa, whoa whoa, I see you're curious. I'll answer your first question: it's because you won't be able to find this school on your Chrome browser. And two, you'll just have to find out yourself." He smiled.

I like this Jonah guy. He's nice.

I sighed. "So you're saying it's found in a Windows browser? Or maybe Foxfire. Safari?"

He laughed again. "You'll see. Here's our first class." He turned into a friendly-looking room decorated with posters all over the walls. "Ms. Framer." He informed me.

I walked in. "Why is it so quiet in here?" I asked looking at the empty desks, "And why is there only us here?"

"Not everyone decides to play an instrument," He said. I'm grateful that they gave us choices for this french-fry-less school. If there were no electives, that would make this school sadder than it already is (very sad, if you didn't know).
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Turns out, this place is rigged. Expected.

There were chicken nuggets, and that made my day, but guess what?

It was from the ad "tastes like meat, made from veggies." Awesome.

In shorter words, the chicken nuggets didn't taste like chicken nuggets. So I ended up eating salad the whole time. I'm pretty sure the only thing with meat here are the salads. Guess I'll be eating that the whole year.

In a whole crowd, three people missing wouldn't be that noticeable.

In twenty people, three people missing is VERY noticeable.

Maybe Jonah was rounding, because there were only, like, five people in the whole cafeteria, including us.

"By the way, the twenty people I said included the staff members." Jonah said, reading my mind.

BRUH.

"I'll have to check my dorm anyways. See you later." I walked out of the cafeteria, throwing away my trash in the trash can by the door, but before I left, Jonah said loud enough for the whole world to hear, "ALL THE REST OF THE PERIODS ARE ONE-ON-ONE!!!"

Yeah. I guess I'm excited for that (not really).
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So this is what after school looks like:

I'm not complaining about my dorm room, which is good. It's decent, in other words, not bad.

I laid on my bed, calling every single person I know on my phone so I don't get too lonely. Jonah isn't enough, I'm sorry, and I'm not even sure we're friends.

No one answered, so I went to sleep.

My ringtone filled the silence of my dorm room. It's three in the morning. Does no one know what sleep is these days? If not, I'll take yours. Unlike some people, I treasure it.