61 No Respect for Me (1/2)

Like I anticipated, this job is boring. Like very very very boring. That next day during seventh period homeroom, the two class representatives were responsible to hold a vote for the event the class will be doing. That's all fine and all, but I really don't see the point in me being there.

Mura had stepped to the side and took a seat by the front corner of the classroom near the windows, watching Irina and I as we hosted the homeroom period. With a smile on her face, she crossed her arms before her chest and then crossed her legs, watching me. From that countenance of her's, I felt as if she was watching a comedy film playing out before her in real time. Maybe that is all this to her: a comedy film.

My classmates were quite loud and rowdy, talking among themselves and thinking of possible events. However, halfway through their discussion, most of them got off topic. The girls began talking about make up items and the boys talking about sports. Seeing that we're just wasting time, I walked up to the podium, cleared my throat.

”Can we start with the votes?” I said in a raised voice. However, no one responded. I was ignored, almost as if I was never there in the first place.

I sighed and turned towards Irina with a helpless look on my face, seeking for her help. It seemed she understood my intent and started walking towards the podium. I stepped off to the side, giving her space to speak from a spot of authority.

”Alright everyone.”

Once she started speaking, everyone quieted down, giving her their undivided attention. This is the difference between Irina and I: the level of respect we demand from others. My classmates don't see much in me, so they don't respect me at all. However, they do respect Irina, which is weird if you get rid of her celebrity status, because at that point, she'll just be a classmate they've only known for a few days. Really, humans are such disgusting creatures. That's why I prefer animals. Animals like cats are so simple to please compared to these ungrateful people.

”Since everybody has finished discussing,” Irina continued. ”Let's vote on it. Any suggestions for events?”

”Maid cafe!” a male student called out as he raised his hand.

What the hell is with this cliche suggestion?

”No,” one of the girls responded to the male student with a look and behavior of obvious disgust. ”All you boys wanna see is us girls dressed up like that.”

”No one's trying to look at you,” that first student responded.

Damn, get roasted.

As the two went back and forth, exchanging words, I wrote down their suggestion on the chalkboard. Come to think of it, can't another student do this job? It's just writing things down on the board. Like in reality, I'm not needed, so can I just go home?

”How about a play?” a female student raised her hand.

”What about a horror house?”

”Why can't we just do a normal restaurant?”

I wrote down what the students called out, not thinking much about what I was doing. I was sort of hypnotized by the sound of the chalk hitting and sliding across the board, making it so that my arm moved almost automatically to write down what the students wrote like a senseless machine. Maybe becoming a machine might be better, because then, I won't have to think at all. My job will be rendered to simply doing what others said, which is bad, but might be better than what I have right now. Really, humans are the saddest creatures alive.

”So the final two are,” Irina gestured for me to step aside after erasing the suggestions that didn't pass her judgement, ”maid cafe and horror house.”

”Maid cafe!” a boy shouted out. ”Maid cafe, maid cafe, maid cafe, maid cafe...”

Once this boy started chanting, other boys started following along, chanting out their calls for freedom, for dominance over the feminine influence. Like warriors facing off against their enemies, they didn't back down or cower out of fear to their counterparts. Rather, they gathered even more courage, chanting out in order to boost their morale while also lowering that of the girls. At that moment, they didn't represent the boys in our class. They represented the boys at our school, the boys in Vilheim, and the boys in the world.

I wasn't influenced by it, however. Some might question my sexuality, but I can say with a hundred percent confidence that I'm straight, straighter than concrete and just as unbendable. Like concrete, if you try bending me, I would rather break. However, that doesn't mean I'm against the LGBT community. They can do what they want, just don't try it against me.

”A horror house will take plenty of work,” a male student then reasoned with the girls. ”Think about it. We have to get the atmosphere right, which is extremely difficult with our budget. If we don't get it right then it won't have the right effect, and fewer people will come. Our work will just be wasted.”

”But a maid cafe...”

It seemed that the girls couldn't accept them dressing up for the event. Like I can understand not wanting to be the group that sacrifice the most in an event, so I don't blame them. However, there's a simpler solution to it.