Diablog

7:12 AM

“Ian, I don’t want to be here right now.” It wasn’t a complaint; it was a statement of fact.

“But you say that all the time! You don’t want to be anywhere.”

“It’s Monday, and I’m tired, and waking up sucks…”

“If we weren’t here on Monday, then we’d be here on Tuesday, complaining—"

“Oh, don’t start using your dumb logic on me!” She smiled and laughed. It was quiet as we dodged someone walking the opposite way.

“I was up late last night, and I still haven’t got some of my homework done.”

“I know; I underestimated my homework and I was up till 1.”

“Ugh! I just hate math! He doesn’t explain anything, and… I…”

“Yeah you’ve told me how much you hate math. If I wasn’t just dozing off during class and winging it every night on the homework, I would gladly help.”

“I know. Thanks, Ian.”

The sound drifted off until there was a sudden uproar.

“IAAAANNNH!”
“Ian! Ian!”

“Do you know when the T-shirts are coming in?”

“Hi Ian!”

I put my cases in my locker and walked to class.

***

12:51 PM

“Hey, how was your day?” She twisted her arms and fingers with a pained expression on her face.

“That’s what my day was like. We have a quiz in math tomorrow, and I still have NO IDEA what we’re doing!”

“You know, I really don’t either… Sorry.”

“What’s the problem?”

 Cringe.

“She’s having a bad day.”

“My day was like this:” She contorted her hands and face again. She laughed.

“Aww, I’m sorry. Do you need a hug?”

His voice dripped with false concern.

She sidestepped and put her one arm on his back. He closed both around her. I turned to check the board. I looked back and he was gone.

“What are we doing today, Ian? Are we going outside?” She ducked around me. “YES! We’re going outside!” She threw her arms around my shoulders and I patted her on the back.

“You know, if it wasn’t so nice out, you’d be complaining about how we have to go outside.”

“Don’t remind me!”

***

4:45 PM

Alex and I stood out in the drizzle while he played Taps on his trumpet.