Dragonflies

SPEAK NOW!

Miss Delilah was furiously typing away something on her laptop, utilizing the time slot before the next class begins. She wanted to be as productive as she could. She wanted to prove useful to Mr. Davis.

Throughout the morning as anxiety coursed through her body for her first day, she hadn't bothered to take the first meal of the day; sipping her usual latte to give a kick start to her day. She hadn't realized that her stomach was empty until her stomach signaled her so. If she was in her house, she would have ignored it and lie on the bed as usual. But, because she had an actual job that required her to move around and she was going to need energy to pass her day, she decided to listen to her guts.

She took out a protein bar from her bag.

Oh, did she have a whole carton of them in her spacious yet cramped up apartment.

Removing the wrapper of the bar, she chewed on it, balling the unnecessary cover in her hands and throwing it into the trashcan. It had been so long that she had felt so productive.

The rush of adrenaline in front of the students while she was teaching them was getting her high. However, she had learnt through bitter experiences that if you aren't careful of moody, high school students, you are going to get a hard time.

She hated when she had time to idle around. Because when she was at rest, her mind brought up different topics she didn't want to talk about.

Like her choices.

She had been a pretty confident child when she was a kid. But, it was her mere confidence that drove her to the edge.

She had been good at everything she did. May it be painting, writing, singing, dancing, studying or sports. She was God-gifted just like that. And that gift took away some of the very precious things of her life.

She could never in her wildest dreams forget the wild amber eyes that had looked down upon her just like dust.

'Consider it gold dust' , although her poetic mind told her ever so slightly, she sighed out through her nostrils, knowing that it wasn't going to help, to go through past mistakes.

She was surprised how Mr. Davis found her. She didn't expect to be found so easily.

However, the help was appreciated.

Thanks to her self confident nature that although she was having rough times and her ship wasn't floating so smoothly, she was still holding up. She had always wanted to be able to go into deep roots of history, for she always thought it was just so amazing how the past of the world always predicted the future of the world.

That's right; she had had dreams. But after some petty incidents and under circumstances, she left her dream; she thought, it was pathetic.

High school had been dramatic and college couldn't be any worse; for her life and world, everything turned upside down.

However, she got through it, somehow.

She got through it; but to nowhere exactly.

The storage at the back of her mind brought another thought to feed upon.

Had a boy in the previous class mentioned a professor titled Styles?

Now, she just wished she had attended the goddamn welcome party so she would know what she was getting herself into.

There was a faint knock on the door and she looked up to find Mr. Davis standing there.

"It's lunch time already, dear. I believe I mentioned it in your schedule", he said softly and realization smacked her on the face.