I didn't feel like going to school today but I had to. I held a position in school and I had to perform my responsibilities. It was five in the morning. Super early. I headed to the bathroom.
It was 6 getting to 7 when I finished dressing. I looked at myself in the mirror and proceeded to take my bag.
Jasmine gave me an odd look as I descended the staircase.
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"Hannah let's go"I yelled. I waved at the Aunties. I still couldn't process what aunty Jasmine said. I wasn't ready to process it anyway. I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused on what was ahead of me. It was Friday and I was so excited. No school for the weekends.Hannah got down when it reached her school. I didn't understand why her mother wouldn't allow her to join our school. Daddy even offered to help settle the school fees but she refused. Anyway, that isn't part of my business.
When I reached the school, Kayla was already present but something was different, or was it my eyes? Kayla was the only one in the classroom apart from Avi who had her head on the table, blending with her surroundings. Kayla had her hands supporting her chin on the table and she was..crying?
I wasn't close to Kayla but I wondered what could make her cry. She seemed to have forgotten herself because her short skirt had rolled up revealing her underwear and her shirt had been way too loose exposing majority of her bra. Her makeup had been smashed on her face. Her mascara had been ruined from all the crying and it ran with the tears flowing endlessly from her face. Her hair was tied in a messy bun. She looked like a total mess. I looked at Avi who didn't pay attention to Kayla's endless cries and sobs. I ran into the classroom and threw my bag in my seat. I quickly took a tissue from it and rushed to Kayla's place. She seemed not to have noticed me.
"Hey.."I started.
"I don't need your pity" she blurted. Who? I didn't show pity either. I was just worried about a friend. As I said earlier, we are not close. We only talk when she needs help with something like homework explanation. I liked how she tries to understand something and even tries to solve it herself. But, she likes boys too much and so her focus cannot remain on the book for too long."I don't pity you "I raised my hands. She looked at me in surprise. When I saw I had gotten her attention, I lifted her. She was a little taller.
"Common, let's go to the washroom..you look like a total mess" she looked at me strangely but I could see she allowed me to help her so I did. I took her to the washroom. There were numerous washrooms in the school so it was really easy to find one.
"Here" I opened the door for her. She got in and I gave her my tissues. When I was about to go out I felt her grip on my hand.
"Can you..stay with me for a little bit?"I had never heard such desperation in her voice before. Kayla was known as an outspoken and confident girl. Never in my life did I think she would be here with such helplessness.
"I would be happy to help"I smiled and entered the washroom with her.
We stood in front of the clear mirror.
"Mind telling me what happened?"I asked.
"I don't know why I trust you all of a sudden but okay..""So, my parents fought and.." she choked on her tears. I held her hand to calm her.
"And..they blamed it on my existence" she burst out crying.
"What?"I exclaimed shocked. No parent should ever say that to their kid.
"I couldn't dress properly. I just couldn't stay in that house. So I came to school" I rubbed her back soothingly letting her cry all she wanted giving her tissues now and then. Her eyes were puffy and all red when she finished.
"Wash your face" she did as told. I took the wipe that was resting on the shelf of the washroom and started to wipe the makeup off her face.
"I know it's hard. Don't take what they say to heart" I smiled at her.
"It's hard. Hard. "Her American accent sounded so thick.
"It's fine. I got you"I continued to wipe off her makeup.
"There you go" I finished.
"Thanks"
"Now do your dress well" I pointed to her skirt, then to her top.
"Yes ma'am" she smiled.
"Let me help you with your hair" I laughed. I lifted my hands combing her long hair with my fingers.
"How do you want it"I raised an eyebrow jokingly.
"Like yours ma'am" she laughed.
I did a down pony for her. I took out some clippings from my hair and clipped them on her hair for it to look more beautiful.
"Wow" she smiled appreciating my work.
"And girl, you need no makeup. You are beautiful" I stated
"You are just trying to make me feel better" she pouted.
"Aww cutie, you know I'm an honest person" I copied her reaction.
She buttoned her shirt and straightened her skirt.
"Your skirt is a little bit short you know" I laughed.
"Nothing you say is gonna change my mind," she smirked.
"Yes ma'am" I saluted and we laughed.
"Can I hang out at your place tonight?" she asked.
"No problem" I smiled. The hangovers I usually had was with only Claire. But sure, Claire won't mind if she has another partner, will she? Surely not.
"Hug?" she opened her arms and I gently embraced her.
" No one should ever hear something like that from their parents and so don't let it get to you. Okay?"I whispered.I felt her nod against my neck.
"Let's get to class" I took my tissue box.
"Wait!"
"What?"I turned to her.
"Am I okay?"I saw she was nervous.
"This isn't the time to impress a guy. You look muah" I blew a kiss. She rolled her eyes.
She walked to the classroom like the queens we were.
I heard people's gasps as I walked in with Kayla. No one had ever seen Kayla without makeup. But she looks absolutely beautiful.
The loudest of them all was Yvonne who was sitting by Harry.Kayla didn't seem to care because she walked right in and took her seat. I smiled at her confidence and looked over at Harry who had a shocked expression, his eyes following her every move. The look of jealousy was evident in the eyes of Yvonne.
I smirked and walked to the table to write the names on the register.
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