Stuck

Which according to the infamous, modern, its-not-reliable-according-to-your-7th-grade-teacher-Mrs.Peterson, Goggles search, it means "past and past participle of stick"

Maybe that dumbass teacher, who frankly had the worst, trying-to-be-sexy-Italian accent of any living person I could think of, had an undeniable, point.

A point, that, what the actual fuck does that definition mean?

A point that it is indefinite, inaccurate.

A point that the limitations of such a limitless word should be imaginary to the ones who seek it.

Though it is not the definition exactly that shows it's inaccurate, the lack of words that some single lazy ass 28-year-old sitting in his small beige cubical, who punched in seemingly intellectual words at the time when writing this "definition" but in retrospect, didn't really give a shit.

So yes, the reason why I am no different from a scrawny pimple ridden genius hidden behind his $3,000 desktop, is that the word "stuck" has such deeper definition, then just being the past tense of the word "stick".

Though it is instilled in the majority of brains, that "stuck" isn't more fascinating than the word "one" or "factor".......

Oh ho ho how that was about to change....

But for now, let me put this into perspective.....

When you hear "stick", you see some happily entranced hound as it contracts its long lean legs as it attempts to retrieve a previously thrown branch.

Doesn't that just make you scream halleluiah?

Wait.....we are getting sidetracked.....

In conclusion, "stuck", to the naked eye, is nothing more than an older version then its younger self, that its meaning had been lost in the crush waves of time.

So what you see, is old gamy gum on your friend's locker and the bittersweet strong caramel sticking to your teeth like velcro.

What you don't see, is me, sitting in the corner of an unfortunately dark and condensed and congested closet, which had various amounts of itchy and uncomfortable clothing hanging from above my chosen seat......okay, okay you get the picture.

So yeah, you don't see, a 15-year-old, curled up in a rather small ball, knees tucked against her exceedingly small chest, her forehead beaded with sweat, which was indistinguishable from the tears that riddled her cheeks, sitting in the corner of her closet. 

Dannie and Selene left about an hour ago, probably to stalk the neighbor's Netflix subscriptions through their inconspicuous windows.

It wasn't until 15 minutes after they left did I start bawling like a baby, the familiar recent pain panging my heart in delayed waves.

Why.......why does it hurt so much so......

Why......that even though I had completely told Justin off and surprisingly did it successfully.....

It still.....felt like he won........

Why did he have to win......

And why did he have to lose....

And it must hurt me more then it should......

Because.....beforehand I never....lost.....

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~A few years earlier~

"Liar" Laura claims, a somewhat clean pencil dangling between her clenched straight teeth.

"Hey! No! I am not a liar! uhhh.....YOU'RE A LIAR" I pathetically defend, leaning against the cool surface of the locker, which sends the tingling feeling throughout my spine.

"Liar liar yo dirty ass pants on fire" Dannie raps, smiling slyly, her navy blue backpack slung over her right shoulder, shadowing her pinkish t-shirt and tight-ripped jeans.

"Really? A 3rd-grade playground insult gone Dannie-fied?"I deadpan, getting nothing but a larger smile from her.

Whenever something, or anything, is turned dirty, we call it Dannie-fied, cause if there is one person who can make me eating cake or doing homework, dirty, its Dannie.

"Dannie does have point, you do somewhat go a-a b-bit n-nervous w-when around him......"  Before Selene could finish, I playfully elbow her in the boob, not having to be a child prodigy to figure out what she was implying.

"Oh guys leave her alone........." Luna smiles, her soothingly high voice making everyone reside slightly.

Luna's smile though.....

She could create world peace and cure cancer with that smile......

If only......

She was a petite girl, the shortest of the group at 5 and nothing, her flowing dirty blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, reaching her waist, usually done up in a messy bun.

She had soft features, her skin pale but not freckled, no pimples and naturally pearly white straight teeth.

And her eyes.....

It didn't matter if you were attracted to her or not....

You could too easily get lost in her electric blue eyes.....

Though one of the smallest in physical size of the students that went to Diaola High, she was one of the biggest in personality, in stance, in everything....

Especially in smiles.....

Notice why I frequently mention her smiles.....it's important

Anyway, she was the school's pride possession, not having to be a cheerleader or sports player or have to acquire 6,000 fake followers on InstaGlam in order to accomplish being popular.

She just was.

She then speaks, her words high pitched but not so much as it should be perceived as annoying.

"But Crystal........I'm sorry sweetie but your not fooling anybody....especially with that cute little phrase you say to each other whenever you see each other " Luna admits

I feel the familiar heat seep up my neck slowly, gulping, knowing I couldn't fight or win with Luna, which is why I never tried, because I would finally lose at something.

God forbid that.

And if it were on que, I hear a voice speak up.

"Hola Crystal, como te sientes hoy?" (Translation: Hi Crystal, how are you feeling today?"

"Stuck Justin señor......asi que stuck...." (Translation: Stuck Justin Sir.......so stuck...)

Have a nice day my crystals!