Life was, well, good. For once. Biding my time became idle consideration. Consideration became apathy every once in a while, and soon I was going entire classes without even noticing what was missing between my legs.
I was correctly answering questions in English, and for the longest time I figured it had to have been my sister's help. It didn't take long for me to realize the truth- I was getting the hang of some of this on my own. Writing insightful essays had never been so... fun!
I stayed behind for a few minutes, talking to the teacher about the complexity of some text we were reading in class. As I left, I noticed a couple guys had stayed behind in the hall. One of them stared after me as I walked, so I experimentally put a bit of sway into it, like how I'd seen my sister do it. Now the other one was staring. Ha. Gay.
Well. I suppose that's not entirely accurate. But it's not like they knew that.
Oh my god, I really didn't want to be doing this right now. At least it was a chance to feel like I was reconnecting with my sister. Mary underlined a portion of one of the more scary looking algebra problems.
"I understand the method for this kind of problem, but when it changes like this, I'm not sure..." She began, looking to me for guidance.
I cracked my knuckles. The solution was obvious, of course. It was... was... "I see what you mean." I eventually replied, looking dumbfounded at the paper. I felt like I should know this. But I just... didn't.
I started talking with a few friends during lunch. Reconnecting with acquaintances, talking about how much had changed. It'd been a while since I'd spoken to most of these people, but it felt right. At first it was just the usual crowd of nerds like myself, and before I knew it I found myself climbing the social ladder. People knew my name. It was great.
I got called out in my computer science class for talking to some guy. I had a friend of mine doing my math homework for me in no time. Girls were starting to look at me differently. For a while I thought they might be into me. But no, it wasn't that. It was jealousy. Yes, that was where the sharp looks and snide remarks were coming from. I was no longer invisible. I was a threat.
I was enjoying myself so much, I almost forgot the end of the month.