MY WORLD #2 (Continued
I bent over and picked up my bags, when I came back I saw a beautiful woman with a girlish innocent face, with a stupid grin on her face, "Hi." She said in the tone of a little girl.
I suddenly screamed and fell over on to the chair which flew out from under me and landed on the ground, "What the fuck are ye doin!" I yelled helping myself up.
She spoke in a british accent and a high pitched little girls voice, she bent over to help me, "I'm sorry, let me help ye up."
As soon as she touched me I jumped away, "Don't touch!" I said suddenly in a panic.
She winced and backed away, "Sorry."
I glared at her as I patted myself wiping the dirt off. Which Icouldn't see anyways, "Salright. What do ye want?"
"Do ye remember me?" she asked innocently. She reached down and picked up my bag which I snatched from her.
"Aye, I do what about it?"
"I just thought I would come up and say hello to ye."
"Aye, yea, right, hello. What the hell do ye want?"
"Do ye remember my name?"
"It took me a week to remember my current girls name, how the hell could I possibly know yers?"
"Its Holly!"
"Aye, that's great! What can I do ye for!"
"Nothin, I just felt like coming over. We had barely enough time ta talk on the plane when ye picked me up in Britain."
"The plane picked ye up, I didn't."
"Whatever, I was wondering what ye are doin later?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
"Hey Zippo! Isn't that your girlfriend sitting cross legged on the floor?"
I suddenly looked down the hall and saw her sitting cross legged on the floor, "Three hundred chairs laying around and she picks the bloody floor!"
"Are ye going out for the play?" Holly asked in her witty voice which I hated.
"As a matter of fact I am lass! What's it to ye?"
"Nothin! I bet yer good!"
"I'll raise ye five! Look, ye got anything else to add to this, then get it over with, I am going to be late fer class."
"Like that ever mattered to ye!" Heather said as she walked by.
"Shut up ye bloody Frenchman!"
"I'm a woman!"
"Whatever!" I said turning back to Holly, "What else do ye need or is that it!"
"That's it! Nice conversation!" she said. I nodded and walked off.
"Holly! Were going to be late!" she began to jog towards her friends. Sidney walked up to her, "Who was that!"
"His name is Zippo!"
"What's he like? I hear he is very antisocial and a little surly."
"I bet he is charming if ye get under 'is skin! Common! Lets go!"
I ran over and caught up with Heather, "Hey Heather!"
"Yer not gonna make me late again are ye?"
"The ell should I know?"
"Watch yer mouth ye derf! What do ye want anyway?"
"Do ye ever get pissed at yer church? Or the Mormon religion itself?"
"Never 'ave, never will."
"Why do I find mine so bloody weird?"
"If ye cant figure out ye own religion, how do ye expect me to figure it out! Whats the matter wit ya? And don't use profanity!"
"What the fuck!"
At that point she gave me a light slap across the face, "That's a warning." She growled loudly as the bell suddenly rang, "Darn you Zippo! Ye got me late again! I swear, one o' these days I am goin ta
get ya!"
"Yer own fault, yer stupid enough ta talk ta me!" I said leaning against the wall.
She opened the door to go in, "Aint ya commin with?"
I looked at my watch and shook my head, "Its too early. Mr. Gilstrip would piss 'imself if he saw me this early."
"Ye are insane!" she said walking in.
"What else is new!" I called out as the door closed shut.
Eventualy I walked in, and sure enough, Mr. Gilstrap was standing there waiting for me.
"Zippo, yer five minutes late!" he barked
"Yea, I do that!" I said grabbing a chair.
"What is your reason for being so late anyways?"
"Ummm?no clue. But I'll tell ye when I know."
I walked to my locker and started to turn the codes. I was about to bring out my bass clarinet when I looked to the left and saw her starring at me again. I starred back, and then glared in confusion.
Heather got to her locker and looked at me, "What did Mr. Gilstrap say?"
"Usual shit. Nothin' important." I said staring at the lady some more. She noticed me starrign at her and turned away almost blushing. But of course, she hid it, just like the time before and time before that, "Who the hell is that!"
"Who?"