Jaime Preciado and the Mighty Ding

Senior year. Finals. Most exams over. Last weeks. Pierce the Veil. Dings. Oranges.

Why oranges? Well, they were packed in my lunch and to be quite honest, I hate oranges. Their colors are bright and cheery and right now, I was not in the mood. That last final had me worried. It had haunted me for nights, like that creepy doll named Chucky. I’m pretty sure that the math final was scarier, though. The test was boring and long and had occurred last period. I’ll see what I got on it soon, but I was still anxious.

You know what else bugged me about oranges? It was named after a color! I mean, seriously, who names a fruit after a color? And they say that sights aren’t edible…

“Hey, Ding!” One of my best friends came up and sat down next to me. I pulled out my piece of paper and started to write down my greeting. Autumn was in the same grade as me and was worrying about her science final next period. It was the last class of the day and I was had an off period. Lucky me.

Looks like the orange was spoiling my luck for what happened next.

“Hey look, it’s bell bitch!” A boy screamed at me. I pretended not to show how much it hurt, but I guess I only had a week left to deal with the idiots at this school.

Society must love idiots-we sure had a lot of them.

And lucky me because I got stuck in this hell hole with most of them.

“Ignore them.” Autumn whispered to me. Her blue hair shook in disgust.

“Already done.” I wrote back on my paper. She beamed at me.

“Accept who you are, unless you’re a serial killer.” She informed me, dark eyes sparkling in her light of brilliance.

“Ellen DeGeneres already said that.” I scribbled down. Her fist slammed into the floor in dismay, yelling out a curse that I probably shouldn’t repeat.

“Brilliant.” I jotted down and took a bite out of my slightly soggy sandwich. Rolling my eyes, she glared at me.

“Oh, go eat your orange!”

So that’s why I chucked it at her. The fruit/color bounced off her forehead and landed on her foot. She threw it back at me and it smacked me right on the arm. I pouted and she laughed.

“That’s what you get for stifling my creativity!” She smiled. This is why Autumn and I were friends. She said something fabulous, and I squashed her original quote with my boringness. I laughed and she insulted me by telling me to shut up and eat the fruit/color I hate.

So as she walked off to her Chemistry test, I toss paper airplanes filled with encouraging words like, ‘Do good!’, ‘Don’t be screw up!’, and ‘Kick Chem’s ass!’. She picked them up and put them in her backpack before wobbling off.

I watched her go off before going back to my own phone and flipping through my selection of songs. Of Mice and men, All Time Low, Bring Me the Horizon, Amity Affliction, and Pierce the Veil all came up. I now had the hard choice of trying to figure out which song I could listen to.

Crossing my fingers and toes, I hoped that I could listen to all of them before the end of school.

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