Noah's Lifeline

Westwood Lineage

Author's Spiel : I just want to say that while this is a love story : this is a DRAMATIC volume. People d*ing. People getting sl*tted out. People with depressing parents. People dealing with their own insufficiencies. Why? because the book is tagged as trauma and pain builds character.

Side note: some events may be historically inaccurate but roll with me!

Anyway .... on to the next reveal (:

Mildly edited

Zahra's POV

The rain crashing against the windows was the only excitement this afternoon class had for me. The professor spat every time he spoke and I unfortunately was in the splash row and my knees were squished enough. Legacy was supposed to come rescue me at the end of class for the student government assembly, however I think she was still staying behind to "persuade" Dr. Nwa for an extension. But with how long she was taking, I guess she's not his type.

A small laugh escaped me at the thought of Legacy Villareal not being someone's type but there is definitely a first for everything.

Professor Miller was not amused as he swung around to my section, a look of distaste taking over his features. I thought I was done for as he slapped his cane against my table harshly.

"Ms. Joseph I don't believe the origins of the Paiute people are anything to laugh at. Now, what did I just lecture regarding the languages spoken by these people?" he leaned down further with each spluttering word and I nearly gagged.

Swallowing my own distaste, I clicked my pen and tongue before answering.

"The Paiute spoke Numu , which as you said, is a member of the Uto-Aztecan language family. Also, this tribe held language as a sacred utensil. So sacred that to this day there is a movement to preserve, document, and revive the language."

I smiled and clicked my pen once more as the silence that overtook the class was deafening. No one made a move and the rain may as well had stopped.

"Out of my class, with you! Since you know so much come back with your own lesson plan." Professor Miller hissed like a demon crawling through an unsuspecting host. His face was hot and patchy as he swung his cane towards the bag.

Guess I don't need Legacy to save me this time. Go me!

I gathered my belongings and made sure to walk slowly out so I could enjoy this win. As long as I'd been here these professors didn't appear to expect too much out of me. I tried not to chalk it up to racism but the one's like Miller made it so easy.

Just as I fully exited the door my watch buzzed, revealing a flurry of messages demanding that all active members head to the meeting urgently. I didn't read anymore after those because the president was in beast mode already. No need to poke it.

While the usual walk to these meetings was uneventful the campus seemed to be buzzing everywhere I looked. I hadn't been back on campus in a few days after a convention but things couldn't have changed that much. At least that's what made the most sense until I arrived at the meeting space.

It could've been a scene from a blockbuster movie with the way everyone in the foyer was running around chasing flying papers.

Running smack into one another here, tripping someone up there. The only consistency were the disheveled papers in everyone's hands as they went their separate ways. Papers stamped with approved in big bulky letters covered the lot of them.

This was insane and the fact that I could see the print from my position made me nervous for what was actually going on inside the governing room.

Hesitantly I stepped inside and glanced around before sighing in relief.