Duniya

3 years before

'Jensen keeps staring at you, should I flip him off'

'No'

'Should I smile and wave'

'No'

'Should I go tal...'

'No!' The whole room  stares at me, I glare at Mirza and she shrugs, turns around and starts  playing with her curls - a tinge of pink colouring her cheeks.

'Miss Ramirez, do you object to a trip to a theme park for your social?' Great, I'm on my final warning and now I have to sound like a total prick in front of the whole class.

'Yes miss, I think going to somewhere more educational like a museum would be very beneficial'

'Mhm? And why is that?'

'Ummm because we are acquiring more knowledge whilst enjoying a day out with our classmates' 

' Is that so? Well then let's have a vote, who wants to go to a museum instead?' Slowly, i raise my hand praying to god I will be the only one, I can't believe I just said I would rather go to a museum. 

'9 votes ok anyone else' 9!? Who else vot...? Oh shit, I turn around to where the members of the science club are sat and all 8 of them have a stupid grin on their faces, their hands up, one of them is passionately waving his arm around as though the teacher might miss him out of the voting.I roll my eyes

'Fuck', Mirza leans over to see where I'm looking and almost immediately her hand goes up . Mirza has an incredibly irritating crush on Wilson, head of science club, and is desperate to do anything to impress  him.

'Put your hand down Mirza', I growl. She hasn't even heard me and keeps staring at Wilson. I groan in frustration and suddenly history club members have their hands up and then so does drama club and then suddenly 20 people have their hands up - it's a draw. My eyes flit across the room and connect with Jensen 

'No' I mouth as he smirks and it feels like it's in slow motion as I watch him take his hand out of his pocket, tighten his Rolex and raise his hands. I close my eyes, take a deep breath in, open my eyes and the whole class has their hands up because whatever Jensen wants to do, everyone wants to do. 

Miss Davies claps her hands once and shouts 'ok it's been decided then, anyway turn to act one scene 5 of Macbeth so here Lady Macbeth....' Placing my head in my arms I turn to Mirza 

'Mirza, I fucking hate my life'

'Too bad, I love mine . Also you did that to yourself, no you did that to our class. Honestly, going to a museum will be beneficial? You need to come up with better excuses'

'Why did you vote then, huh?'

'You already know why'

'Wilson' we both say in sync. A broad grin spreads across her face like the name is holy.

'Mirza you can do so much better than him you know,' I whisper.

'I know but...'

'But what?' I notice Miss Davies glance in our direction and I sigh to indicate the end of the conversation and turn to learn about the joys of Macbeth.