Abditory [H.S]

17

Luella Jones

It's currently Monday again, another normal boring day in my life, another one I would spend doing the same thing all over again.

I spent Friday and most of Saturday at Fiona's, having a sleepover just like we planned.

It was really fun, I enjoyed it, and I needed it more than I expected.

We blasted music the whole time in her room, playing Taylor Swift, Dua Lipa, Cigarettes After Sex, The Neighbourhood, Billie Eilish, The Beatles, Doja Cat, some Lana Del Rey, Lewis Capaldi, Frank Ocean, and Ed Sheeran.

Even cried to some songs of Sleeping at Last and Tom Odell, and NF.  You know, the usual.

We did some karaoke jams to Ariana Grande, trying to do the high notes and the whistles in her songs, literally sounding like a dying cat.

We also did matching purple nails, attempted to do some cookies, ended up burning them after getting too caught up in watching Black Panther. It was a mess, really.

We also solved lots of spider-man puzzles, played monopoly, tried to play chess but cried during it when Before you go by Lewis Capaldi started playing.

Basically, it was a rollercoaster of emotions all together, no boys talk at all, just a "girls' night" like Fiona said.

I absolutely loved it, and I knew it would get my mind off the things I'm always thinking about. It somehow managed to distract me from the awful world we live in.

It also made me think about it for a while; how things were that simple that night, how I didn't cry myself to sleep for the first time this week.

I'm thankful Fiona suggested it, I would've gone nuts by the weekend all alone.

That's the thing about our friendship I think, no matter how busy we get caught up in our own lives, we still find a way to spend time together.

I'm sitting in the Chemistry lab right now, waiting for the substitute teacher to show up because apparently our own gave birth to a baby yesterday, so she won't be coming to school till next year, meaning we won't be able to see her again because we'd be off to college.

Speaking of college, I'm so excited to say I'm leaving in six months. I've waited for this thing my entire life, my whole future depends on it, to say the least.

I'm still going to Ashbourne college. It's in the other side of London, which means I get to live in my own dorm; no parents, no siblings, no school, just me and a bunch of books.

I hear the classroom door open, signaling that the teacher has finally arrived, turning my head to look at nothing more than a 30-year-old woman, dressed in a long blue floral skirt with purple, yellow and green flowers, matched with a white t-shirt. Her brown hair being parted in the middle to rest on her sides.

"Good morning boys and girls and non-binary people!" She speaks loudly and cheerfully.

Non-binary people? I like her already.

It's hard to find anyone with that common sense nowadays, people just like being disrespectful to them at many times. It is quite sad to say that we live in a world where no one loves each other anymore, just based on their sexuality.

We all reply with a good morning, some people even smiling at her, appreciating what she just said.

"In case someone doesn't know yet; Miss Rita has given birth to a wonderful child, so she won't be attending the school anymore." She smiles lightly at our nods at the end, standing in the middle of the class as she observes our new faces.