Wildflower

Chapter - 1 (The starting)

2 years ago

Turning my wooden desk into a contemporary work of art is my favorite thing to do when I'm bored in the class; that by the way I'm right now.

The boy sitting near me is staring at me creepily like he could eat me right now. I have known his face for two years straight, now. And, I know each and everything about him.

From his bank's credentials to his parent's affairs to the color of his underwear.

What? I like to be aware of my surroundings. Plus, there security is shit.

I side glared the boy but he just grinned at me like he won a lottery. For fuck's sake! I'm scary!

...and fine, a treat for the eye too. 

I huffed and then averted my gaze from him to look at the teacher, Mr. Jordan, who is continuously rambling about reproduction process, which I am pretty sure everyone here knows already. Even more than what is in the textbooks.

I mean all the practical stuff, y'know?

After 5 minutes of zoning out, I've had enough. I'm already jealous, never ever done the deed and here he was, telling us how supposedly it can be dangerous.

Also, the last time I checked he was in the janitor's closet with Mrs. Kim Turban doing... yeah you guessed it right.

"So, Human immunodeficiency virus or HIV can be trasmitt- "

I am so bored that for entertainment I can chuck this book directly at his head but I decided against it because I respect teachers as much as they can be annoying they are still our teachers. I abruptly stood up from my chair and said, "I need to use the washroom. " or more like take a trip around the school.

It wasn't a question (so much for respecting teachers) but Mr. Jordan still nodded and turned around to continue writing on the board. Great timing. I hoisted my bag up which was lying right beside my desk.

Deciding that my favorite lecture has already been over i.e. Mathematics. I thought to bunk rest of the lectures. I'll blackmail, Oops, I mean, deal with the teachers later. Respect the teachers, I reminded myself.

I sauntered around the school's hallway while peeking in classes and silently giggling at the rest of the student's misery.

I entered the cafeteria once again today and went into the kitchen, in their is a door which leads directly out of the school. This door is especially for the chefs here. So that they can enter and leave the premise from here or to bring in all the grocery supplies.

I got to know about this door in one of my rendezvous with the kind worker here. I made one of the chefs here my friend and then the rest is history. And I for once, loathe history!

After leaving the school premises I made my way to a neighborhood which is in the way to my home. I looked around to find a perfect target for my next art and...

found it!

A plane grey wall with chips of paint peeling out of it. I took out all the needed supplies from my school bag (filled with all kinds of random thins in the world, except for textbooks), that I always carry, a bottle of lime and black graffiti. With one last look around the surroundings, I started my work on this wall and wrote:

'Sorry this wall was boring me.' I read aloud, and giggled out covering my mouth with the heel of my palm even though know one was there. Nice work, I said to myself.

I started designing the wall more around the writing. And after about 2 hours my work was completed. I was admiring one of my perfect masterpieces of elaborate wall-paintings when I heard police siren going on and off, flashes of blue and red could be seen.

"Shit" I cursed under my breath. This means: they are close. They got this time for patrolling? Ducking hell! Or one of the gangs started fighting again?

I threw the now empty spray paint aside, to lessen some weight and run off in the opposite direction from wherever the sound was coming.

There's zero tolerance of graffiti in this town. According to them, 'It's not an art but crime.'

I beg to differ. 'It's seriously ART!'

I lost my train of thought when a voice from behind started shouting, "Stop! Turn around!" It made me anything but that cause I started running with my full speed now, which was faster than the officer with the beer belly, who now left his car to catch me in this narrow alleyway.

I ran across blocks and when I saw the familiar apartment come into view I stopped and turned around. No one was there. I controlled my breathing and walked inside humming, like I didn't just vandalize a government property.

My apartment is on the fourth floor, the top of this building. We were lucky to find this apartment when we came here. It's a 2BHK home.

I pushed the familiar Pikachu key-chained key in the lock and clicked open the door. I was greeted with darkness. I rubbed my palms to the sidewall, when I felt the familiar feeling of the switch, I pressed on it. The apartment lit up with the bulb's glow. It was still messy as ever. And why won't it be? We have not cleaned it for like 5 weeks now.

The dishes from 4 days back were still in the sink and the remnants of food can still be found on the kitchen counter. Just like your browsing history you could tell what I have eaten since the past week just by looking at those pieces, and checking the age of those molds under the microscope. What? We're messy eaters and lazy.

Even though this place might feel cramped up to some people, it feels spacious to me. All we want is to get undetected until I turn 18.

Before, I could call to order something; I heard a voice say, "Murphy, here, fast! "

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