Drumsticks

Hidden, somewhere in the deep, dense, compact, document folders of multi-ulti-23,
lay a story excerpt, just waiting to burst out onto the AFF scene.
If only, it were as accomplished and complete as its superiors,
gracing the pages of the blue and white of the AFF website.
Nonetheless... it had a dream. And that was to be published.
In the last few minutes of multi-ulti-23's skimming,
it grabbed that chance to escape and upload itself in a form of a blog post.

Alas, it has behold itself unto you.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my pants as I watched everyone file into their respective classrooms. Some ran as they were late. Some gave no care and took their own sweet time. I stayed glued to my spot as everything faded out into soft murmurs, the chatter now moved into the classrooms.

I leaned against the wall, giving up on life. I checked my watch, counting the minutes for my homeroom teacher if she or he hasn’t already gone in. I leaned my ear against the wall, keeping an ear out for a voice that screamed authority and higher power but heard none. It was all just gossip and disgusting pus stories filling my ears. I quickly pulled away before the story could go any more detailed and disgusting.

I hadn’t realised someone was headed my way until I backed up and fell to the floor due to the collision with the running being. He tumbled and fell into a mess of his own long limbs before grunting and pushing himself up to look for the culprit that was little, trembling, me.

“I-I am s-so… so sorry. I-I— I didn’t even see you— I s-swear—”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t happen to be sitting on a drumstick are you?” long-limbed guy asks me.

Wait, what?

“I beg your pardon?”

“Drumstick,” he held one up and I blinked.

He rolled his eyes at my deftness and crawled over to me. Reflexively I leant back and fell onto my backpack but he didn’t care. He gave no heed to my pale, panic-stricken expression as his eyes fell on an item that was hauntingly near me. He made a grab for it and pulled it out from underneath me with all his might. I had to wriggle my to help him with it. His eyes softened from being dark, frustrated orbs and lovingly smiled at the long stick. He said no thanks, uttered no words and just stood; fixing the straps of his messenger bag before taking a step into the classroom I should be entering.

My mouth was agape. Sweat formed on the side of my temple as I thought, I already made an enemy with a classmate of mine on the first day of school. A cheesy and utterly clichéd pilot episode to a drama was unfolding right before my eyes. I threw my head back and pressed the heels to my palm deep into my eye sockets. I was wrong to be hopeful and think nothing bad was going to happen. I should’ve ditched school and should’ve stayed home where I’ll be happy living on my own, living off of pay money I would probably have gotten from a job I’d so willingly take up at the record store.

This was a nightmare.

I know, a rather dramatic beginning/introduction to a drabble.
I'm bored... it's a way to humour myself. Also, this is actually a continued piece from a previous drabble I posted up long ago.
No characters are mentioned, doesn't mean I'll do so here.
You'll know in due time... IF I do decide to really publish it & post it up here.

I'm running out of things to really say in blog posts, thus resort to story drabbles.
It's as close as posting up chapters as I get.
It's not promising a story. It's just sharing of work.

You know what? Here's another...

“Find anything you fancy?” Yu Gyeom turned to his side.

“Yeah, this,” Ye Rin briefly answered.

She showed him what she had in her hands and he asked, “Is that not from the collection?”

She nodded and pointed, “It’s the one on top.”

“Are they even for sale?” Yu Gyeom inquired.

“Shouldn’t you know?” Ye Rin shot back. He shrugged in answer. “I mean, why are they even up there if they’re not for sale?”

“What’s so special about them anyway?” Yu Gyeom leaned in, pushing himself in so to get a good read of the back where the instructions lay.

Ye Rin did the same and quoted, “A pair of earphones like no other; providing nothing but the best musical experience. It’ll be like they’re right in front of you.”

“Rather bold, don’t you think?” Yu Gyeom droned.

“It just means they have a good system and bass,” Ye Rin summed, pulling it closer to read the other instructions.

“And the harder it will be to call out to you,” Yu Gyeom added.

Ye Rin frowned. She ignored his claims and turned the box back over. “It doesn’t have a price tag on it.”

“Like duh! It’s a 5000 Won shop. Everything in here is worth 5000 Won.”

“Are you sure? These look special,” Ye Rin speculated.

“Don’t ask me then,” Yu Gyeom evaded.

ikr, he just said everything was worth 5000 but then he himself doesn't know, psh...