My Mischa ♥︎

Just Tired

Wednesday

I woke up with a start on the cold classroom desk. My vision was blurry and it was hard to make out where exactly I was or what I was looking at. As soon as my eyes got used to the light I looked around and noticed a bunch of my classmates giggling.
I look over to my left to see a worried looking Constance.

"Mrs Smith has been trying to wake you up for the past 3 minutes." She whispered.

I look up once more and noticed the concerned look on my math teacher's face.

"Noel, please see me after class."

Great, As if this wasn't already embarrassing enough.
The bell rang about 5 minutes later and as instructed, I stayed behind.

"Noel I'm worried about you. This is the 3rd time this week you've fallen asleep in my class! Once a day, is everything alright?"

"Sorry I guess...is that all? I have to get going." I reach for my bag and attempt to flee but before I'm fully out of the classroom, she shouts
"Make sure you get some rest!"

I quickly reach my locker but for some reason Constance was already there waiting for me.

"Hey, you okay?"

Me and Constance weren't really friends or anything, more like mutuals. We're both are part of a choir class but we also had math together. Our conversations never went as far as "Hi, how are you, I'm doing good, bye!"

"I'm fine, just tired. I haven't gotten that good of a rest lately."

"Oh okay..if you need anything don't be afraid to ask. Bye, I'll see you at choir!"

Our conversation lasted about 20 seconds, 5 more seconds than usual. Nobody stuck around me for long, I was always known as the weird gay kid. In fact, I was basically the only gay guy in school.

Actually, being the only gay man in a small, rural high school is kind of like having a laptop in the stone age. I mean, sure, you can have one, but there's nowhere to plug it in.

I make my way to the boys bathroom and I hide in the first open stall. I take out my journal and start writing. I usually write poems and such at lunch but recently I've been working on a novel I came up with myself.

Being a novelist was one of my biggest dreams in life besides moving to France. I'm pretty sure neither of those dreams will ever come true but there's nothing wrong with dreaming.

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Authors note: Hello!! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, it's basically a setup to explain how Noel's usual day goes. The real Nischa stuff coming soon!