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November, 5th

Nymphadora's POV:

I wake up, scared, breathless. God! These nightmares. I take deep breaths and try to normalize my breathing, which by some luck, I do. I look at my alarm clock to find out that its only 5:45 am, 15 minutes for my alarm to go off. I lie back down and try to remember what the nightmare was about. With no luck this time, as usual, I only remember myself being locked in a room, smoke coming from the crack between the door and the floor and the muffled shouts of my parents. I must have forgotten to take my medicines.

Just then, my alarm goes off and I quickly switch it off, not wanting to wake Ashley, my sister, up. I climb out of the bed and head towards the bathroom. I'm out of the bathroom in less than 15 minutes, all showered and clean. I open my closet and pick my favorite outfit.

 Ashley is still asleep when I come out, dressed. I gently wake her up and take her into the shower. When I am done giving her a shower and dressing her up, I ask her to do her coloring while I pack her bag and get our breakfast ready. I decide to make her favorite chocolate pancakes. She enters the kitchen as I am flipping the last pancake.

"Hungry?" I ask softly.

"Very." She grins at me, her 6-year-old-grin. She is just so adorable. I serve her breakfast and help her sit on the barstool while I sit on the one next to her. We both eat quickly because its already 7. Yes, she takes half an hour to shower.

Once we are done, she wanders back into the room while I make her lunch, a chocolate sandwich, and a chicken sandwich for my aunt. As I am making a sandwich for my aunt, she comes back in the kitchen and fills me in about the bully who always makes fun of her homemade lunch.

"Well, in that case, I'll make you extra lunch because I'm sure that poor boy is jealous because his mother doesn't make lunch for him. You can share your extra lunch with him, kay?" I say gently.

 I grab my phone, our backpacks, my glasses, and my face mask. I really don't feel like wearing a P-cap because I am already wearing a hoodie. We walk out of the front door and start walking towards the school.

 
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I drop Ashley at her class in the juniors' section at 7:45 and walk towards the seniors' section. As I enter the building, I hear whispers, which is odd because students in our school don't whisper, they talk bad about a person on their face. Ignoring them, I go towards my locker and see a note attached to the locker which read: turn around. Strange.

I slowly turn around and a splash of cold water makes me shriek. As if I am a clown, everyone starts laughing at me. I take a few deep breaths and try to calm my heartbeat for the second time in the day. Once I feel like I'm better, I glare at the person standing in front of me. Even though he couldn't exactly see my glare, I glared at him. That guy just looks at me with a smirk plastered on his face, as if waiting for my reaction.

I say to myself in my head: "they are not worth it, let's go." I recite this like a mantra in my head and finally turn around to face my locker again. I open it and get the necessary books for my English class and walk towards my class, still soaking wet.

I enter the class just before the bell rang and take my seat in the far corner of the class. Mr. Winter walks in and scans the room. Once his eyes land on me, he gives me a smile to which I nod back and he starts the lecture.

Halfway through the lecture, I feel like someone hit me with something from my right. I slightly tilt my head to see a boy looking at the whiteboard, his face etched with concentration. I could see that he was just pretending to concentrate. Ignoring him, I go back to listening to Mr. Winter and noting down the important points.

A few minutes later, the guy hits me with the paper ball
again. Annoyed, I pick it up from the floor and throw it in my bag, without even reading it.

Nothing happens for the rest of the lecture for which I am grateful. As soon as the lecture ends, Mr. Winter calls my name and asks me to meet him right now. Confused, I pack my things and get out of the class to see him standing in the corridor, students hustling here and there.

When I see him, I walk up to him and he suddenly engulfs me in a heartwarming hug. I hug him back with a confused expression on my face as he has never done this in school. God, I missed him. He lets go of me and looks down at me with tear-filled eyes that hold nothing but sadness and tears threatening to fall down.

"What's wrong, Fros- I mean Uncle Frost? Is everything okay?" I ask worriedly.

"Yes yes, everything is fine. You just... look a lot like your father today and seeing you reminded me of him." He says quietly.

I couldn't agree any less. Anyone who has seen my father says that I look exactly like him.

After a few minutes of talking, I head toward my next class. And before I know it, it is lunchtime. Since I bring my own lunch, I always spend my lunch break on the school ground.

As usual, I sit on my spot under the big, old tree's shade and take out my lunch, which is a chocolate sandwich. I silently eat my lunch while scrolling through Instagram.

Hmm, new follow request. I think as a friend request pops up. I open the profile of the person but feel something wrong with the I'd and deleted the request without a second thought.

I notice some movement behind me and turn around to see the guy from my English class standing behind me. I lower my hoodie so he can't see my eyes, the only thing anyone can see is if I don't have my hoodie on.

"Hi!" he says in a calm tone. Dude, his voice is so bea-. Hold it! My subconscious snaps at me before my thoughts can go down any further. I don't reply to him and go back to eating my sandwich.

"You don't talk much, do you? I am Noah. Pleased to meet you." He says as he extends his hand towards me. I still don't reply and instead, give him a curt nod as a reply.

He looks at his hand, dumbfounded, before lowering it. A small frown takes over his beautiful face as he sits beside me, close enough that our knees touch. I instantly flinch away and scoot a little farther from him to create some distance between the both of us.

When he notices my reaction, his face gets the worrying impression I hate. I hate the worried expression people have on their faces because of me. I don't like when people are worried because of me. He says nothing, which I am thankful for, but eyes every movement of mine, making me feel self-conscious.

In less than a minute, I pack my sandwich and stand up faster than I usually do which makes me dizzy and I almost fall.

Almost.

I wonder why I haven't hit my head on the ground till now. It's just then that I inhale the smell of the masculine body wash along with some intoxicating perfume I don't know about. As I take in my surroundings, I notice that I am in the arms of the guy, Noah.

Once he realizes that I am back from my trance, he gently sits me on the soft grass and hands me a bottle of water which he produced out of thin air. I reply with a weak smile as a 'thank you' gesture, though he can't see it, as I take the bottle and take a sip or two, without letting him see the tiniest bit of my face, before handing it back to him.

"Are you okay, sunshine?"

I inwardly cringe at the name he just called me but nod in response.

"Are you sure? I mean I can take you to the nurse's office and get you..." I wave him off with my hand and stand up. With my luck, I don't feel dizzy this time and I slowly but steadily start walking toward the school building.

 Noah falls in step behind me making me uncomfortable. I keep my head down not wanting him to see what he can see of my face because of the embarrassment and I end up walking through the door leading into the cafeteria.

"Owwww" I cry out as I stumble back a little, stepping on Noah's feet.

Ughhhh.

This has to be the worst day. My cheeks heat up even more due to another wave of embarrassment. I open the door and walk straight towards the girl's room and stay there until lunch is over.