Aimy is a young teenage girl with a God given ability to view things to come in form of dreams.
Lacking understanding to them and there being no one known to her who could interpret or explain them. She ends up in a world of torments and trembles to...
It was my second day at this school and I already feel sucked in. It was like a million eyes were watching my every move.
That was why I chose to be homeschooled for a long while after my mother's death. I didn't need the stress, fake loves or attentions. I just wished to be alone.
I mean they claim to love me, but barely know a thing about me.
From my first two steps out of my brother's car, they've been watching. To my butt dropping on the solid wooden chair in the class.
I could see Richard's girlfriend and friends warming up to take over my space once the teacher steps out. Lucky for me, the next event provided a short time deviation for me.
It was her again– Aimy Parker.
I couldn't forget her name, or even her. I know I wasn't ready or interested in a relationship (at least not now). But I couldn't get Aimy off my mind. There is this thing about her I couldn't rap my hands around.
She barges into class yelling the teacher lady's name– stopping her on her tracks and all attention shifts to the unfolding event_
I tried to lie to myself that I wasn't trying to scan the environment for her, and I wasn't disappointed when I couldn't find her.
The joy I felt when I heard the Mrs call her name while calling out the register– when I was about giving up– warmed my heart. *The teacher had introduced me to class earlier. Even though it was more like the class introducing me.
“Aimy Parker!” she called out for the third time, but there was no reply.
Was the world playing a big trick on me. A waiver of hope. This is why I don't keep friends or believe in fate.
The lady calls her name again, then decided to continue.
At the end of register calling, she calls for Aimy again.
Very weird.
“AIMY PARKER!” she called out again, but there was no response. She shook her head a bit, before penning something down into her notepad. Some seconds later, right as the stilettos middle aged lady was about stepping out. she barges in.
_Mrs teach questions why she was late, they have an inaudible conversation. The teach leaves and Aimy walks in nervously. I could almost feel the heat of the pressure she felt, and her behavior shows she aren't used to it either. But why she chose to sit next to me, I couldn't understand. But I didn't dislike it.
Jessica's POV
How? why? what?
The questions only she could give a satisfactory reply to
I know she's my friend, but I still feel envious. And cause she's my friend and knows how I feel about him, I also feel betrayed.
Couldn't she had at least told me even if she couldn't tell Hayley.
Right while I was lost in my own thoughts, the sly devil walks in. Some seconds before the old lady with the old modelled stilettos left.
I was ready to pound her with every questions my mind could create. Then she- she– She walked past us!
What was worse? that– or that she went to sit with him.
Hayley's POV
I was stuck worrying about Aimy, when she rushed in, stopping Mrs pretty shoes from making the phone call. She looked stressed, but more of scared and confused.
I knew all this her and Harris thing was a phony. Aimy might pretend to be a normal average teenage girl to fit in with us, but I know how uncomfortable she feels about everything (also being guilty of such naive games). She's very weird to me, but I liked her weird. I wish to be free as she is. I just wished she could tell me how.
I was hoping to call her, but she zooms past us in a state of confusion. I thought she'd step back once she realized it. But she kept walking.
Classic Aimy. She must be overthinking things again. But I wouldn't really blame her on this matter. The world's game just put her in a spot (It puts us all there once in a while), But then she crashes beside Harris.
Was my assumptions wrong?
I past her a confused look, but she barely noticed since she bowed her head immediately she sat.
Now Aimy's POV
I tilted my neck slowly to the left to confirm my suspicion, and there he sat. My number one (1) teenage trauma. The one and only Harris Wynn, at least that's how Hayley, Jessica and the rest of his fans see him.
“Hey” The person sitting next to Aimy says in a soft tone
“Hi” Aimy mumbles, forcing a smile.
I just got myself in a hole lot of trap...
After two periods During short break
Immediately after the third teacher left, Harry begins a conversation with her.
“You do remember me right? The guy from the party– Harris Wynn. That his friends call Harry, because of a movie they claim to love. I mean we were basically friends already. I took you to my favorite place, we rode in your car, you called me a dracular-” Harry adds excitedly
“Yah, I do” Aimy replies weirdly, cutting him off
“Great, almost thought you've forgotten me there.” Harry says with a tone of relief. “Oh, I'm so glad we're going to be seat partners. I'm totally blank on all that's going on here. Now, I have someone I could actually talk freely to– without having to worry about hidden cameras or recorders...” Harry trails on
“Oh, no no no no!” Aimy snaps in “You must be mistaken. We're not seat partners, or friends. My table's wa-y over there.” Aimy rejected confidently to his surprise, pointing to her table.
“So, why aren't you there?” Harry asks confusingly
“Em– eh. funny enough– I don't know.” She replies confusingly, “I got distracted by the crazy rumors of me and you spreading around the school.” Aimy adds dramatically.
“What rumors?” Harry asked again confusingly
“Eh– you haven't heard about the news?” Aimy exclaims in a weird manner.
“Yah, if I have, I wouldn't be asking” Harry replied playfully.
“Well, that explains why you're so cool and all– while the hole school thinks we're a couple.”
****************************** ****************************** Thanks for reading, Bye. * For now...
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