Queens, New York
25th
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Onika's Pov
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"What do you want to become?" The voice echoed throughout the classroom.
I let my mind wander off to the choices that life has given me.
What do I want to become? Is it sad that I really didn't know? Exams are around the corner and I have yet chosen what I want to do with my life.
I know one thing that is it out of question is my father's company. I remember vividly when he said I would never be the heir to his company, he rather live as long as Queen Elizabeth than for me to take over his company.
I wonder when he do step down who will be the heir? I wouldn't be surprised if it will be his assistant or a random person off the street.
I look around the class and it seems like everyone already knew what they wanted to do with their future. I felt a pang of jealousy, why couldn't I be the same?
I sulk in my chair watching everyone talk about what career and college they will be doing. I kept quiet, they all probably thought I would be living off my father's riches. I mean, why work when your father is Thomas fucking Maraj, right?
"Class is over" I grab the strap of my bag tightly as I walk out into the hallway. My eyes roam the students chatting up to their friends, did they all know what they will be doing in the future? Was I really the only clueless one?
I spot Ty leaning against a locker twirling his finger in a girl's hair. I flick my eyes over to Lauren who is surrounded by her little friends. I really wanted to apologize to her but she didn't even let me breathe anywhere near her.
I look between Ty and Lauren, they were the only people I have in my life right now. What if the future didn't allow us to be in each other's lives?
I stood still feeling a panicked attack edging close. I tried evening my breathing but it was no use. I open my mouth trying to get all the air I could but I seems like a nozzle was in my throat blocking me from inhaling. My chest tighten and I close my eyes. I blindly reach into my pockets to retrieve my pills but a hand on my shoulder cut me off.
"Onika" I felt the tightening in my chest loosen at the sound of her voice. My breathing slowed down and the air finally found my lungs.
I open my eyes and turn around to Miss Knowles. I rub my eyebrow wondering how she did that, how did she stop my panicked attack?
"Onika" She call again. Confusion written all over her face.
When I didn't reply for the second time, I felt her hand on my wrist dragging me into her classroom away from lurking eyes.
"Are you okay?" She stood in front of me, her voice lace with concern and her face shows sadness.
I nod my head but didn't let my eyes meet hers. All that was roaming through my mind is how the hell her touch, her voice stopped my panicked attack?
"No you're not" She close the small gap between us and I can now inhale her winter fresh breath into my nostrils "Tell me what's wrong" She says, removing a strand of hair from out my face then step back making me miss the closeness.
"How did you know that you wanted to be a teacher?" I ask her.
She look like she was forming her thoughts before speaking "When my dream job wasn't in the cards anymore" She says.
I raise my eyebrow "What was your dream job?" I thought teaching was since she taught with so much passion.
"I wanted to be a brain surgeon" She smile sadly at the thought of her lost dream.
