It was a normal day in my average life. It was also raining just enough for the jacket I was carrying to get wet and not enough for me to bother getting out my umbrella. Of course, I regretted not getting out the umbrella once I discovered the jacket I was carrying was wet, which lead to me standing a couple of meters away from my next classes classroom door, in the commons area, and brushing off my jacket with a tissue to get rid of some of the water.

My previous class was quite close, which was why there was almost no one there when I arrived. So there I was, standing there, minding my own business and well and truly out of the way of where I knew people were to put their bags if they were in the labs that period when a bunch of juniors came in and put their bags down.

Two boys, however, didn’t seem to care that I was standing there or that there was plenty of space other than right at my feet to put their bags. They were laughing, goofing off, and one of them was trying and failing at beatboxing, so I just ignored them.

Then one of them walked off to join the rest of their science class but stopped halfway to exchange grins with their mate and the remaining guy- the failer of a beatboxer- proceeded to stare straight at me, laughing and silently taunting all the while blowing out puffs of air accompanied by tuusch noises pretty much about a hand or so away from my face. I frowned at him, he didn’t stop, and the other guy watched on in amusement which only encouraged the beatboxing failure.

Now, at this point, I was pretty annoyed. Not only was he reminding me of some of the nastier times in my life where annoyances went out of their way to annoy me for nothing but the heck of it, (which resulted in the rather anxious me to become a popular target for other annoyances looking for entertainment), but it was Monday morning. ‘Nuff said.

So, I looked down at the still wet jacket bundle I was holding, lifted it up to his face level, and sloooooowly pushed out and then some.

He let out ignorant spluttering noises and moved away from me, while his friend went “oooooooooooooohhhhhh” in delight.

True, I could’ve been more mature about it all, but why forsake the satisfactory option for something as boring as “mature?”

Funnily enough, I don’t even remember his face anymore :)