Rosamond's Diary Part 1 | s.yx x reader x z.zx

DAY THREE

I was wearing my buttoned blue shirt and my dark belted skirt. I made sure to wear my tennis shoes since we would walk a long distance and even run for our lives at a point.

We were sitting on the steps at the
entrance of the school waiting for the principal and teachers to come out
of their small meeting in their office. I twiddled my shoe laces and hummed under my breath. My best friend Ningning threw herself next to me and tried to peer through the broken windows of the teacher’s office.

‘’What’s taking them so long?!’’, she folded her arms. Ningning was much like Yaxuan, only that Ningning was more excessive. She even wanted to change her name from Ningning to Ziyou (which means freedom). Her parents would not let her. She promised me that once she got her own job and moved out, she was changing her name. I often feared for Ningning, Yaxuan always told the girls to never stand in front lines during protests but Ningning never listened, she was always alongside the boys chanting the loudest.

Minutes later, we were all gathered ready for the boycott. The teachers walked though the crowd inspecting everyone, they checked what was written on the signs and whether someone was carrying a dangerous weapon. Yaxuan was right behind them inspecting more meticulously.

He glanced at me then stopped. He bent at my feet and checked my shoelaces, l looked down and noticed why he stopped. The knot on my shoes had loosened.

‘’This could be potentially dangerous, you might trip and fall’’, he muttered as he laced a knot on my shoe.

‘’Th..thank you’’, I said as I watched him get on his feet.

‘’You should loosen the your belt too’’, he said as he walked past me, ‘’you wouldn’t want to run out of breath and collapse’’.

By the time I was done adjusting my belt, Yaxuan was already a distance away from me inspecting other students. I smiled to myself. If a girl was ever liked by someone like him, she would definitely be one of the most fortunate human beings in the World!

As we marched all over the streets chanting, I kept my eye on Ningning. She
was waving her placard in the air and did not let it down for even a second. If journalists were to photograph the moment, Ningning would surely be on the cover and be the symbol of low status student protests. At a point I wished I was as brave as her but then I was also glad to not be as brave as her.

Yaxuan had his fist up and was leading all the chants. People in the streets stood outside buildings watching and pointing at us with different expressions, some were poker faced and some were hateful.

‘’Yaxuan!’’, an angry voice called out from the back of the crowd. We all stopped and turned. Yaowen, the tallest boy in school, shouldered his way through the crowd with his fists clenched.

For all we know, Yaowen is somewhat jealous of Yaxuan’s influence over everyone, or perhaps it is because the two of them disagree on the nature of protests. Yaxuan opts for peaceful protests while Yaowen thinks peaceful demonstrations get us nowhere.

‘’Today we’re doing things my way’’, he roared. The crowd murmured.

‘’Your way?’’, Yaxuan slowly walked towards him, ‘’we’re students! We
need to conduct ourselves like intellectuals so they can hear us out….’’