FICTION: Awkward

It's Tuesday and Jane already feels worn out. A few more days till Friday. Boy oh boy was she in need of some well deserved rest and relaxation. At least that's what she thought. The week hadn't been stressful but the semester was taking it's toll on her. Could it be the ever increasing summer heat? Or maybe it's fatigue as the academic year comes an end? Who knows? At this rate, she feels more than ready to throw in the towel. Oh! How she wish she could.

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Laying on her bed with nothing better to do, she recaps her day. Trying to think properly in the heat was quite a struggle but eventually events from the day begin to resurface. There was class and the awkward moment, or should she say moments, which made her leave class early. 

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It's three o-clock and Jane has possibly the world's most boring class. Walking there with her friend, Angie, she sees Jeff. It had been a while since the actually ever spoke. Walking, she watches him chat up a female. As each second passes, they seem to get closer to each other. "Play it cool", she says to herself. Eventually, they finally come face to face. In his casual manner he greets both her and Angie, gives them hugs and leaves a fresh scent as he walks into class. "It could have been worse", she thought to herself. You see, Jane was what you would call "awkward". I suppose it's no wonder she could relate to Jenna from the MTV series, Awkward.

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Sitting in class, Jane and Angie chat their way through an ongoing presentation. "Can he cancel the next to hours of class", she whispers to her friend. It's bad enough the class was always a bore but what was worse was that she had it for three straight hours. The horror! Not too sure about what exactly is going on, she looks up to find that the lecturer's back at the front and boring the class away. Angie, who only came to watch the presentation left early. "Lucky her," thought Jane. She and Angie didn't take the class together. Guess she was on her own now. One hour down, two more to go. 

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"Break time," someone says under his breath during class. "Break time," he says it again. Soon enough, a chorus of male voices say the same thing to. Looks like Mr. Lecturer got the hint and gave the class a ten minute break. "Hallelujah! Finally, I can get out of here." There was no way she was spending any more time in that class. She'd had one awkward moment already. She didn't need anymore. Quickly she gets her book bag and rushes out of class. "Shoot!" Just when Jane thought she wouldn't have anymore cringe worthy experiences, she meets the a bunch of girls who immediately give her a sense of unease. It's been two years and she still hasn't come to like this particular group of girls. She's had a few encounters with them and at some point been in the same circles as them. 

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Doing what she does best, Jane walks past them with hardly a glance. Lord knows how much courage it took her to do that. She's never really know what exactly it is between her and these girls. After all, she hardly ever was in the social scene or what ever. Oddly enough, Jane somehow managed to attract a few guys here and there. Was it her awkward demeanour that charmed them? What ever it was, it seemed to work ever semester. Oh well, to each their own. "Weird bunch of girls," she said to herself. At least the feeling was mutual and neither party talked to the other. Unwritten code as she calls it.

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Walking back home, she uses the longest possible route. "Sure it's a little longer and sunny but at least I'll be alone with my thoughts," Jane thinks as she walks back under the glaring sun. At last, she get home. No sooner than she opens her front door, she's tossing her bag to the side and in a blink of an eye flops on the bed. 

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Sighing deeply, she slowly falls asleep with the next day on her mind-"I'll deal with it tomorrow."