Beauty is Pain Ch. 17

Ch. 17

Looking at the screen in my desk for the exam results, I finally saw my name. As had now become the usual result, I’m second from last, but with barely passing rates.

Doesn’t matter the numbers, as long as mama bear doesn’t kill me, I thought with relief.
I look to my left to see Melissa banging her head on the table in outrage at her last place-spring break class grades.

3 points away from passing, I thought. How pitiful.
I continued to look at her with pitying eyes until she noticed and glared.

Kawai (scary).
“Kawai(scary), not kawaii(cute)? 2D isn’t everything, you know?”

Tom laughed at my lack of response. If I had to say Melissa was super cute but she hates me so how can I not find her scary. She had mid-length hair that smelled of strawberries, with rounded almond shaped eyes and full lips. She rarely wore make-up but if she did I think it would accent her angled face. Even then she still scary when angered. Ah, but Lillian is still more frightening, but that’s a different category.
“I never saw you as the type to compliment anyone besides your 2D wife,” Tom said.
“It’s a matter of aesthetics. I’ve said this far too much, but can’t you listen to someone else’s thoughts?”
“Who’d he compliment?” (Dallas)
“Was it me?”(Patricia)
“No, it’s me!” (Taylor)
“…” (Melissa)
“Stop!” I scream.
Even the ever to their self Taylor, who suits at the back of the class, got involved today? Ugh, I can’t help but feel sick.

I continue to use the screen in front of me for a homepage design rather than school work until class ends.

Ever since Tom told me that even I could go to college I’ve seriously been working towards graphic design. I’m making a portfolio of art designs and of different home pages with unique layout settings. I can’t code or anything like that, but there have been people visiting my page for my art and giving compliments, advise and cheering me on. I could feel motivation just from that alone.

Yeah, I got hate mail too, but they all nicely got put into spam and blocked from the site. Criticism is fine but they went too far.

There is an amazing urge to break this hand that has entered my pants. Just because I was focusing, You Damn Pervert!

I kicked Pat’s chair and she bum rushed to the floor.
I fled to the bathroom and hid there for the rest of the day as tears fell down my face.


Beauty is Pain Ch. 16

Chapter 16

“Let’s take a break. You’re currently too broken to absorb anymore,” Tom muttered in semi-protest. “Seriously…”
I could feel my joints on hung as my brain was fried a long time ago. Eventually, the weight of my head felt like a ton of lead causing me to be unable to lift it from the table.

“Stop giving yourself an excuse for not doing any work. Spring break is starting in two weeks. Do you plan on being the reason why class president won’t lend our class his villa?”

“Everyone only wants to go for a glimpse at my body!”

Just because the class president comes from a rich family, he really only wants to flaunt it off. The villa is located in a private beach. If you don’t own a residence in the location, you can’t even step foot on the beach. I admit it’s a beautiful and well maintained beach. His house, or mansion would describe it better, is clean to a minuscule degree and shows how high class it is from the inside out.
Super privileged!
It’s not like I’m jealous!

“That’s true but what’s wrong with that?” Lils interjected.
“Lils, huh…”
Did you say something? I didn’t hear it so please let me eat. I’m at the point where even Lillian can feed me, I think.

“Lillian,” Thomas looks at her with a straight face. “Anthony wants you to feed him.”
A split second later, I have a fork very close to my eyes with cake on it’s end. Ignoring the possibility of the fork going through my head, I pondered why she went straight to dessert.
“Sugar for the brain, maybe.”
“Tom stop answering my inner monologue. We’ve talked about this, man.”

My head is still on the table throughout the whole conversation; however, the moment Lillian’s triple chocolate fudge-center cake hits my tongue, my entire body wiggles around like jell-O.
“So gooouudd!!” I yelled through my tears.
“Say ahh?!”

Even your gross laughter won’t get in the way of this cake. This moment is second best to a good morning wake up from Miku-tan!

Ohayo gozaimasu yan!

I didn’t even realize I had tuned them out and focused on the idea of Miku-tan feeding me the cake.

And so, I passed out from a nosebleed.

(Authors Note: I wanted a feeding scene, so please forgive me. Also I wanted to rewrite it. )

Hey guys…

So… I’m currently in the process of getting my certification in dog training! Yay!!

Truly there is a lot of difficult terminology that most people aren’t even aware of, but over all I’m enjoying myself.

I want to let you all know that Beauty is Pain is an original work and it’s probably going to take me longer to write it from now on.

During times when I’m on the train in between work and school I will write some sentences and some of it doesn’t make sense but please bare in mind that I’m writing the story as I go.

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