Mary Is Happy, Mary Is Happy Page #3

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I don't know. I'm not a slut.

Thanks.

The shakes.

What's wrong?

The shakes again?

I don't want you to go study overseas.

I don't want to miss you.

Missing you. That's how I feel.

"Time waits for no man"

- Monk

Why did the headmaster die?

Because he was old.

- Hi, teacher.

- Hello.

Mary, I've got something to ask you.

Yes?

The headmaster's last words were...

"Mary soon..."

Was he talking about you?

I don't know.

Intentions are always a mystery.

Why would the headmaster say that?

His last words. What a conundrum.

- Were you his mistress?

- F*** off.

Be responsible for your words.

Wasting time again.

Calculating Future Probability.

That book's nonsense.

Why you reading it?

I wanna know what headmaster meant.

Was he trying to warn me about something?

Maybe its just a coincidence.

Maybe there is some force

controlling my life.

Please spread the word.

All students must attend class.

All students must move into the dorms.

These are the rules of our new Headmaster.

No exceptions.

Questions and opinions...

are forbidden.

That's all.

Keep quiet.

Fault lines lead to separation.

Separation is a natural phenomenon.

Wanna sit on the roof and read a book,

surrounded by flowers and a sewing machine.

We're forbidden to leave

school the entire term.

Good.

We can be together.

Writing my diary in the

evening with nice music.

Then going to the market in the morning.

How will I see M?

Chill out...

Don't be so slutty.

We need to find an escape route.

Look...

They're changing the school motto.

"Follow Orders"

Today is our Headmaster's first day.

December 21.

Huge room!

- My bed.

- Get up!

The new Headmaster seems okay.

- How do you know?

- His eyes.

It's in the eyes.

It didn't work.

What to do?

- Did you pay attention?

- Yes.

Still dancing.

What are you doing?

Staring at his eyes gives me the shakes.

My life is getting weirder every day.

This is serious. You must really like him.

Is this what it feels like to be in love?

I wanna go left. Is that really my choice?

Or am I being controlled by some force?

And if I go right? Am I

overcoming the force?

Or is the force controlling

me all the same?

I don't really care. I'll follow you.

Just love.

And love? Is it me or the force?

Are you gonna write a f***in poem?

So is it right or left?

Even the water pump sounds weird.

Listen...

The sound is in the wrong key.

Isn't it weird?

You're weird, not the pump.

Within estimation.

What are you doing?

Writing down all the weird things.

The water pump?

I read it in Calculating

Future Probability.

Like when you're sick, you

write down your symptoms.

This way, I can predict the future.

You go, girl.

M. Kissed you already?

No, these are song lyrics.

- Then why are you turning red?

- I'm not.

No diary in a while.

Why don't you write in a diary?

No need.

I can use the receipts in my purse.

The feeling returns.

I'm missing M. Again.

Kick up the sewing machine.

I wanna kick it!

Cleaning day:
The room, the fan, the car.

We gotta wash Headmaster's car now?

It's the new curriculum.

Maybe it will come in useful.

If you loved someone, could

you control yourself?

Probably not.

No commitments.

I'm scared. I'm taking it slow.

Love's a good thing. Chill out.

It's a good thing.

What's that formula?

I'm trying to predict

the next five minutes.

I might just bump into M.

Hi, teacher.

We're moving to a new classroom.

This room will be used to store

Headmaster Soup and Coffee.

His factory is out of space.

Oversized piggy bank.

Is that a joke?

Say it, do it.

Crazy year 2012

Is this my Sh*t Year?

Your final exam will be

about our Headmaster.

Study his biography.

Know you quick, love you quick.

Eating canned coffee and soup.

But actually, I prefer cake.

Headmaster Soup.

Extra strength.

Headmaster Coffee, regular strength.

No other choice for lunch?

My stash of cake is almost gone.

My brain's filled with rubbish.

The Headmaster's bio...

how will that be of any future use?

It's the new curriculum. They've

probably thought it out.

Headmaster likes mangosteen too.

I like mustache.

Headmaster looks good with a mustache.

Shut up!

We gotta get 10 out of 10 to pass.

Headmaster collects scissors,

hoops,

needles,

cloth,

colored pencils,

and the like.

Scissors, hoops...

That's weird.

Our school allows freedom of thought.

But I'm censoring some yearbook questions.

Bad questions.

"Does school bore you?" is censored?

I like early-wakers. So I

should wake early to meet them.

Come see M. With me.

I wanna see him.

Hey.

Wanna steal some cake.

We want cake. Give us some.

If you don't, we'll be forced to cut you.

What flavor?

My cake!

What happens if M.'s not there?

I don't know.

Get a peacock. Ma likes them.

Let's get a peacock. Ma likes them.

Wait, what about M.?

I don't know.

I wanna see M. But let's

find a peacock first.

Drunk on air.

Oh, I got accepted by Austria University.

We don't have to like the same things.

Why did that happen?

I like today.

I'm so happy right now.

I don't want anything to change.

I wanna look for peacocks

every day with you.

You're all-purpose.

All-purpose? I'm not a van okay?

All I need is you.

The end.

Was I dreaming?

Did I dream you got into

Austria University?

I really did. Here's the letter.

Are we destined to be together?

Calm down.

I'm moving to a new

country, not a new planet.

The Flintstones.

In the Stone Age, traveling was a big deal.

You could never call home.

That's why Stone Age people loved forever.

Life was hard.

Winter mosquitoes are big.

What's wrong?

Holy sh*t, is that a mosquito or a lion?

My body is awake.

All this peacock nonsense,

what about the yearbook?

I will try harder.

Try harder and it will be okay.

It's straight-forward.

From now on, you will follow my orders.

But that's not fair.

I'm the editor.

Right.

F*** the yearbook. Let's

just remember each other.

No need to record it, just remember it.

Nothing's going as planned.

It will look like sh*t.

And it's my name as the editor.

Doing it.

Hey...

Suddenly, I'm thinking about sex.

Another weird thing.

- Where you going?

- To see M.

You're still thinking about sex?

You're just a kid!

What about the yearbook?

In reality, I dream that we're together.

Can we meet each other more often?

I don't know.

If it happens, it happens.

But you're here now.

But we're together now.

Take down the laundry

before it catches cold.

I gotta go. It's gonna rain.

Really?

The person I never dream about.

Why don't I dream about you?

So what?

Usually, I dream about boys I like.

You mean you like me?

That's not what I meant.

Sharing my feelings with the boy I like.

It's nice when we argue and

you say "please listen".

And when I ask you to come

back like in the movies.

Please don't go.

Time's up. See you next time.

When?

Now it's clear.

It's not meant to be.

Don't say that.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm fine means I'm not fine.

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