"Wow, three weeks in school and you're the talk of the town!" He laughs and I laugh with him.
"What can I say, I'm pretty amazing" I give him a sarcastic smile to which he bursts out laughing. "It wasn't that funny!"
"It was!" He runs away and I laugh walking without looking in front of the Music classroom. Sure enough, I knock on something, well, someone. I giggled to myself at the fact that 'knocking on people'has become a thing.
"I'm sorry-it was my fault" I quickly apologise avoiding eye contact with whoever I knocked because of my stupidity.
"Not a problem, small person" the person chuckles and for a moment I look up to see his face. I look down quickly as if I've been attacked by him just by looking at his face.
"Yeah, thanks" I mumble and walk into the classroom looking around for a seat.
"Alright students. Settle down." The teacher walks in and I quickly sit down to the closest chair I find. The teacher goes about being punctual to some of the kids and then lectures them because they 'forgot' to do their homework.
Classes go by good. I was able to get as much as possible into my head and put in writing in my notebooks so that's good. English was interesting thanks to Simon Athens, a boy in my class or should I say, Simon, the comedian. Oh plus, yeah boy I knocked over today? His name was Edward. Edward Tyler. He spoke to me today, well actually sat next to me. He's a nice guy. He said he'll introduce me to his friends and I found that sweet.
"What are you wondering about?" Mitchell snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing, just thinking." I smile and he raises his eyebrow at me. "What? I was just remembering how stupid I was back when I was walking to music class. I knocked over...Edward? You know him?" I explained and then asked.
"Yeah, you're pretty stupid." He joked and I smacked his head. "Admit it. That's kinda like a thing now.." he laughed and I nodded. "And yes, I know him. Hot guy" he says
"I wonder how Literature goes..." I mumble and then take a sip of my juice.
"Why? You don't like it?"
"I do. It's just not as easy as I thought it would be.." I say
"Oh. Sorry about that." He says and I smile nodding. "You wanna join the football team or something?" He asks
"You mean soccer?" I clarify and he nods. "Do I look like a person who does sports and stuff?" I asked him.
"You're right. I can't imagine you playing football anyway. You'll probably come home everyday with a sprained ankle" he laughs.
"True" I admit, laughing. "Well, break's finishing, I better run" I say standing up.
"Yeah. I'll meet you after school" he says and I nod, leaving the cafeteria and to the next class.
I walked into my class to find only three students seated. It was so neat and smelt really good. The tables and chairs were looking comfortable. I liked how this class is prim and proper, not that my other classes are not clean, they are but this is way better and I like it. I take a seat at the back like always, and wait patiently for my teacher to walk in and begin class. In a few minutes, Mr. Irvin walks in holding a few binders in his hands along with his leather bag on his shoulder.
"Sorry I'm late everyone, had some last minute work to do" his British accent says, landing his stuff on his table, settling.
He hands out a few assignments we have to do for the weekend, and hands all of us a binder, with a lot of pages in it. It was our syllabus for the whole year, 'Why are all my male teachers well planned?' I thought to myself.
The whole forty five minutes flew by with his jokes and I couldn't help but laugh every time he said something. This is why I love this class, I didn't say the subject, I said class. This class basically makes you read the book even though there's a lot to go through.
When class was dismissed, I quickly shoved my things in my bag and rushed out the door. I'm getting excited because I had Psychology for the next class. I walked fast passing the slow pokes and seconds later I'm on time. I find the class empty when I take my usual seat. Normally, it'll be just my teacher and me for about five minutes or more and then everybody starts coming in. There's still a little more time so I go to the balcony which was on the other side of the class. Despite the beautiful view I was getting from up here, it was so serene as well. Another reason I like this class. I felt the breeze dangling with my blond hair, pushing it to my face, which made me giggle a bit, pushing away my hair behind my ear.
While I was alone here enjoying the view, I felt something slightly splashing on me. I looked at the trees that were now swaying back and forth. That's when it hit me. It's raining. No wonder I didn't notice. I wrapped my hands around my body as the cold breeze surrounded me over and over again. It was nice but it was so cold. I headed back to my seat and waited, going through my books, until a knock interrupted me.
"Oh. Hello sir." I greeted the security guard. Why is he here?
"Miss Meriliya" I nodded my head. "Your teacher had to go out urgently today and I was told you have to be spending this time at the library." He tells me.
"Oh okay, um but where are the rest of the students?" I ask
"They're already in the Library" he says when I nod in return. "Okay then, anything I can do for you or you're good?" He asks me politely.
"Oh no, I'm fine thank you" with that I grab my bag and walk to the Library. I walk a bit slowly, but I reach the Library within five minutes. I turn the knob to open the door when someone else opens the door which makes me fall to the ground. I don't know what happened to me but I guess the person just shocked me.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, are you hurt? Here, let me help you up" I grabbed his hand, getting up to my feet.
"Uh I'm fine..." I say looking up, meeting his face. It was a matter of seconds when I noticed his grey eyes that were similar to mine which were glimmering looking at mine. "Edward?" I mumbled.
"Meriliya? I'm so sorry. God! What was I thinking? Are you hurt?" He says holding both of my hands with a nostalgic look on his face, which made his eyes flicker even more. 'Man! Stop staring at his eyes, you don't even know him' my subconscious reminded me.
"I'm ok" I simply state not making eye contact. 'What was he doing in the Library anyway? What's my problem? Oh my God why am I so curious'. I mentally scolded my subconscious.
YOU ARE READING
Meriliya Sanchez (Ongoing Editing)
RomanceWhat's the point in living in a world that doesn't even accept you? Take it from Meriliya's life as a teenager and how she grew up into an adult going through all of those things she had to go through and from a young age at that. Having no accepta...
