Exposition

To be depressed is to have feelings of severe despondency and dejection.

Interesting, Google gets me

I shut my laptop and walked over to my window, it was about that time of the day again. I saw her blond hair long before she made it to my fire escape, but I smiled at her in mock surprise nevertheless. It was our routine after all.

"Peaches?" I greeted.

"Sup?"

What was up, indeed? Nothing really, I suppose that is why her single family house hold seemed to make a much more colourful story than mine.

I smiled, for that was what was expected of me.

"Oh peaches, nothing has changed the world's continuing on such a wonderful path around us and every thing is perfect."

"Weirdo," she mumbled, smirking at me.

Do I entertain you that much?

I smiled back at her before scooting closer to her. An invasion of personal space

usually initiated our 'talks' about life.

"So how is your mission to make new friends going?"

Curious I see

Rapping my arm around her I pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh Maya, its going terribly"

She chucked before pulling away. Shaking her head she started to climb back through the window from once she came. I watched her intently as she did this.

How eager she is to leave for school, I guess some if my personality still remains with her.

"Aren't you coming?"

...

...

The first week was about body image, second week acceptance, and the third is

"Perception," he said with a smile.

Alright perception, let's see what he has to offer here.

"The way you view the world around you, Farkle!"

"Yes sir?"

"what's your view on life?"

"World domination, all of you will work for me in the future farklenation, thank you I am Farkle," he answered.

Oh Farkle your white supremacy is showing.

"Okay Riley," my father said turning to me.

"Yes?"

"How do you perceive life,"

Life? A stage made for us to perform our predetermined roles, or is it an illusion that we all see in our intoxicated states.

"No idea," I grinned my answer.

He smiled back at me turning his attention back to the class.

"Black like me," he said.

He was of course met with confused stares and a couple of uncomfortable mumbles, but I'm sure he was going some where with this.

"John Howard Griffen, wrote the novel black like me, recounting he had experiences dressed as a black man in the deep south"

Wow a minstrel show at its finest.

"He wanted to see what life was like for a black man in racially segregated states," he continued.

I slowly adjusted myself in my seat so that I was able to cross my legs.

"So your saying the way we perceive life varies among every individual?" Zay asked straying from his usual sarcastic responses.

Wow father, way to show off our privileges.

"Yes that is exactly what I'm saying,"

The awkward silence follows by the uncomfortable clearing of a fellow classmates throat is what urged him to continue.

"How do you think your friends, your family perceive life?"

Easy, Farkle thinks he's Hitler.

Maya thinks she has to go through life as some kind of mysterious delinquent because of her 'first world problems'

Zay thinks he has to go through life living in the shadow of his best friend, and Lucas is afraid of becoming a bipolar monster so he over compensates by being obnoxiously nice and overprotective. There assignment finished.

"Riley!"

"Dad!"

"How do you think Lucas perceives life?"

He stared at me in anticipation and I turned around to the kind Texan.

"Lucas?"

"Riley?"

We stared at each other intently and I smiled at him, before breaking my gaze.

"I have no idea," I replied to my father, before turning back around.

"Lucas, how about you?"

"Huh?"

"What do you think Riley perceives life as?"

"Well she see's the good in everyone and anything, so maybe through her eyes life is I don't know colourful and happy?"

Brain dead cowboy.

"Riley, is that how you see life?"

Que eccentric statement

"Rainbows," I swooned.

He laughed before readdressing the class.

"To really know how someone experiences life you have to get in there shoes and observe what they go through daily,"

Pacing back and forth he continued. "I want you guys to go out and experience life through the eyes of some one else."

And the end of class is gladly welcomed.

I packed my bag getting ready to leave until.

"Over privileged white bastard," those were the muffled words whispered under my Asian friend's breath.

I halted my actions and turned to her, she some how made it beside my desk without me noticing. She smirked at me and I looked behind her to see Farkle storming out of the class.

"Trouble in paradise Smackle?" I smirked in response.

She shrugged before walking away from me and exiting the room.

She gets me.

"What was that?"

"That my dear Maya was a lovers quarrel"

She intertwined her arm in my mine as we walked out of class together.

"So what are your thoughts on Mathews lesson?"

Trivial and repetitive

"I'm not sure, but I do know its something important"

She nodded accepting my vague answer and sped up her pace when she saw our friends in front of my locker.

"Sup?" She greeted.

I smiled at them before looking at Smackle and Farkle trying extremely hard to mask their earlier argument.

Was it an argument? It was very quiet. Well I guess the conflict of the day, Smackle versus Farkle.

"Farkle, how are you?" I asked while staring Smakle in the eye. She grimaced before rolling her eyes at me.

"Its just fine," he smiled.

"You sure? you skipped out of class real fast earlier," Maya continued.

"Just drop it," he said creating an awkward silence.

"Farkle-"

"I have to go," was all he blurted out before walking away from us for the second time that day.

...

"School was good," I said before swallowing a mouthful of mac and cheese.

"Really nothing interesting happened?" Mom asked.

"Nope, what about you Auggie?"

A quick diversion to shorten her queries always does the trick.

"It was great we're learning division," he beamed.

Christ kid, your a nerd

The comfortable banter around the dinner table continued a little over a half hour. After clearing the table I went to my room closing the door behind me.

"Smackle, what a pleasant surprise your in my window," I greeted while I crossed the room to my bed.

"I'm pissed,"

"What did he do?" I asked crossing my legs Indian style.

"I don't know, racial slurs, gay jokes, blackmail, pick one"

"So the usual?"

"Geez he just had to be there when I confessed to you,"

I smirked at her before rolling my eyes.

"It was a good confession too, Smacks"

"Its not funny,"

"He still has you under his thumb I see"

"Yup I have to get approximately ten answers wrong on our next test to secure his first place position"

"Just tell him to get lost"

"And risk my overbearing parents freaking out about their only child being a lesbian?"

Uhm yeah?

"Then I don't know, deal with it"

"Whatever miss rainbow," she said before moving from the window to lay down on my bed behind me.

"That sack of bricks annoys me,"

"Then I don't know break up with him," she mocked.

"I thought that at least he could see through this masquerade,"

I heard her scoff behind me before rolling over on her side facing away from me.

"Riley, you really believed that?"

...no

I stayed quiet for a while as I felt Smackle shifting behind me. Her arms then wrapped around my shoulders and her chin rested on top of my head.

"No one will see through this hun, you have already set the stage so well,"

She released me before repositioning her self to sit beside me.

"Hows Maya?"

"Struggling to keep this play together"

She chuckled, "It's hard to be the director if you don't know the playwright"

I shrugged and then checked my watch.

"Its 4:30," I stated. She nodded before getting up and grabbing her bag from beside my window.

"I'm taking the front door,"

I nodded at her and watched as she closed the door behind her.

5,4,3,2

"Hey Riles,"

"Peaches!" I gleamed at those blonde strands once again.

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