I rub my palms together, a shiver running down my skin as the morning air rushed in.
Two months ago, my science teacher had finally assigned her yearly long-term project for the rest of the school year: We needed to raise a plant — any plant of our choice — to maturity. It made up most of the seniors' grades this semester, so we were really freaking out. Considering how easy it was to raise flowers, most of my classmates opted for it. I figured it would be fun to raise something more practical, so I chose tomatoes.
I knew nothing about raising tomatoes.
While some of my classmates were as ambitious as me, they weren't quite successful with maintaining their own. Well, except for this cabbage in the corner, which looked even healthier than mine. It brought up some strange competitive feelings in me, which wasn't something I usually am.
I carefully approached and checked the crevices of the potted green shrub. No dead parts; it was incredible. I didn't even know you could grow cabbages in small pots, let alone healthy ones like these.
My plant sprouted a dead leaf two weeks ago and it was killing me. Thankfully, it's recovered now, growing to a height of almost 15cm tall. They grew abnormally fast. Hell, I wish my growth spurt had been this quick. I was shorter than most of my peers until I was 14.
Still, it's been going surprisingly well. I was sort of making this up as I went, but my plant was already showing signs of bearing fruit.
My eyes darted to the vivid earthy colors with pride. Every part of it seemed healthy. You could already imagine the type of tomatoes it'll grow. I wonder what I can do with them.
If things go as planned, I figured I'd use it to cook my Aunt's favorite meal — We usually aren't able to, considering the price. Now I'm wondering why I only did this now.
I shivered under the cold siege of the morning and carefully lifted the orange pot to the ledge for sunlight. It should warm up in a minute — unlike me. Every inch of my skin was still shuddering from my morning bath. Thankfully, I wore a jacket to school. Well, I wear jackets regardless, but you get what I'm saying.
Suddenly, my eyes caught on to an ant crawling on one of the plant's leaves. I stared at it for a few seconds, an itch appearing in my hand. I should definitely remove that.
.....Maybe after a picture or two. I quickly grabbed my DSLR camera, a cheap one my uncle used in the 90s, and positioned myself over the pot.
Snap.
The lenses were cheap, but with the right lighting, anything looked great. It just took a little more effort, that's all. After feeling satisfied with how the pictures turned out over five minutes later, I shook the leaf gently.
I try not to kill indiscriminately. Whether it be flies, spiders, or ants. Just to be clear — I'm not a vegan, so I know most people would call me a hypocrite, but I just don't like causing as much unnecessary pain as possible.
I loved meat, but I was convinced that if all people gave it up with the condition that I have to, I'd probably do it in a heartbeat. Plus, who knows? Evidenced by this school project, agriculture was apparently fun. Would it be that bad if we all just grew tomatoes?
I couldn't help but chuckle. At this point, gardening would most likely end up being one of my several hobbies.
My ears twitched, hearing lively chattering from my side. A group of familiar faces were passing by. I didn't know some of them, though, my memory's pretty bad when it comes to faces. Probably just from different classes.
There were plenty of guys surrounding them, but my eyes unconsciously focused on the pretty girls. More specifically, on
Sam
.
Sam was one of the more popular girls in school. Her friends were pretty high up in the social hierarchy, too. Way above mine. In fact, I don't think we've ever talked — and we're seniors.
I understood her appeal, though. She's nice, from what I could tell. That's pretty important to me.
Plus, she's really pretty.
My eyes squinted at her smile. A friend of hers said something funny, probably.
As I discreetly stared at her curled lip, Sam slowly walked into the tiny bits of sunlight peeking through the windows, her skin glowing under the warm lighting. Before my mind could reflect, my hands reached out for my camera and took a picture.
Heart beating loudly in my ears, I put the camera down almost immediately as if I had done something wrong. Well, I technically did. Anyone who saw what I just did would probably think I'm a stalker, considering none of the people here knew me enough to know photography was a passion of mine.
I browsed through my camera feed, the ant on the leaf no longer the highlight of today. Pretty, I thought after scrutiny. I was proud of a select few when it comes to my range of skills, photography among them. Mostly because it's all I ever do. Sure, I liked a wide array of things, but taking pictures had been a sweet constant in my life.
That's why Uncle Ed dedicated this to me in his will when he passed away.
Now it's just me and Aunt Linda.
I put the camera back in my mini bag. I really have to take care of it since the model's pretty old. Plus, I don't know when I'll be able to afford a new one. I'm not even sure I wanted to replace it.
My thoughts were interrupted as I lurched back in response to a shove, shortly hearing a grating laughter next to my ears.
"Watch it, nerd," Spencer said with displeasure before catching up to his buddies. I looked around. Nobody was walking; there was an entire hallway he could spin around and not hit anyone. Obviously, he did it on purpose — as usual. Never understood the man's fondness for useless power plays like that.
I shook my head and ignored him. Clearly, he didn't have the same idea.
I hear his voice call out again, "Yo, loser!"
Having had enough, I finally turned my head to face him and replied, "What do you — "
"Watch out!" Someone yelled behind me.
That was the last thing I heard before the ball hit my face.
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"I'm really sorry," he said, mocking a sad expression in front of the committee. I rolled my eyes as I held a cloth against my bleeding lip.
The principal nodded, obviously buying into his crap act. "I heard it was an accident. Can you forgive him, Cory?"
I knew pushing it wasn't the right answer, but I spoke up anyway, "I'm sorry, but he broke my project. In the hallway. It doesn't matter if it was an accident or not, he shouldn't have been playing football inside school grounds. W-we have a whole field outside for that."
"Yes, uh, Spencer was definitely in the wrong. He'll be punished. Rest assured. Spencer, you'll stay in detention for a week," he told the jock bully, who quickly nodded. Unbeknownst to anyone who was buying into his regretful act, the corner of his lips subtly curled.
"Of course. No, I completely accept. Never meant to hurt anyone, y'know?"
I gnashed my teeth. That meant nothing. Spencer was part of the school's varsity. He usually stayed in school for practice anyway. Putting him in detention only makes him wait for said practice in an air-conditioned room. If anything, it gave him and his friends somewhere to crash.
"With all due respect, that's not a solution, Principal. You know it, he knows it. I suggest banning him from practice for at least a week."
I felt him glare at my back. If looks could kill, I'd already be buried six feet under.
Still, I stood my ground. If anything was punishment for the unruly bastard, it would be something football-related. I knew for a fact he hated missing practice.
