Against the Odds: When the Quality is Bad But I Am

The Beginning

First off, there was nothing wrong with being gay. Devon always thought people were so quick to make fun of others' lifestyles when their own was a complete mess, and second off, why were the girls in school being rated? It was so messed up that Devon didn't give any of these theories a second glance. He really didn't have the energy for it anyway. Devon truly didn't understand relationships with nothing behind them. Like why are you even getting together if you don't actually love them? Maybe he had a lot to say on the topic because his parents had split up, but still, it was a serious issue.

Most students liked him, though. They had no idea how Devon truly viewed them since he was never vocal about it. Some people even tried jumping him because they thought Devon spread rumors about them. Devon didn't understand how that even made sense. Nevertheless, he opted to distance himself from the group, making them resent him more. To the group, it was like he was adding fuel to the fire and provoking them, and Devon wondered which Devon they were talking about because in what world does avoiding someone mean you're provoking them? Maybe there was some sort of doppelganger doing actual things that would make the group hate him more. That was obviously not the case. To get out of the tight situation, the group of girls and guys got him in. He told the school counselor, and they worked it out.

The worst thing about this was it didn't happen once or twice. No. It had happened three times. People just love to drag Devon into drama that he has not done. And he, no, I mean he really has no energy to be dealing with all of that.

-back to the present time-

Devon looked over his test. He examined the stamp that read one hundred percent over and over again. He wondered what it would feel like if there were more red marks on his paper, not that he would ever want to experience that.

It hadn't taken long to complete the test the previous day, so while he was sitting and waiting for his classmates to finish, he observed them, which he found himself doing a lot lately. He noted the time it took them to conclude their test and how they walked to hand it to the teacher. Of course, some looked entirely confident, and Devon wondered if that was what he looked like when giving his test to the teacher. There were also the kids who constantly looked over their answers while walking to give their tests to the teacher. It was fun to watch. They would purposely walk slower as if that would give them the desired answers. As weird and crazy as it sounded, it was funny, and he couldn't help but watch the faces of those same kids look at their test scores today. Their eyes would widen, and some of them puffed out their cheeks, but something that they all shared was the color draining from their face.

Devon didn't know why they were so surprised. They had come unprepared to start. Why in the world were they expecting a good test score? It honestly baffled Devon as much as it intrigued him.

There were about ten minutes until the bell rang. This meant lunch, and Devon was pretty hungry. He wasn't hungry for the regular school food, though. He was hungry for the sweet bread they sold across the street. The school let them leave for lunch. The only rule was they needed to be back before classes started. The break was forty minutes, which was certainly enough time to take a trip there, and ten minutes was certainly enough time to narrow down what he wanted to get. Well, it was eight minutes now, but it still was plenty of time to think about what he wanted. He pulled out a piece of paper and made a list. The first thing he wrote was "chocolate croissant." he thought for a while and instinctively tapped the pencil he was using to write on his chin. The next thing he thought of was a "melonpan" roll. The last thing he thought of was an "Eclair." Devon figured he could get multiples of each kind of bread, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was what kind of bread he would get. He thought about it for a minute and then made a realization. Devon honestly felt pretty stupid for not just choosing all of them. He didn't have to choose, and the three loaves of bread would be more than enough to satisfy his hunger.