Forever & Always, Maira | BP LISA

↳ CHAPTER 11 ༉‧₊˚❦

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Aamaira woke relatively early the next morning. With her group's promotional schedule completed and over she knew today would be a slow one. Still, she approached the day head-on as if she had millions of things to do. As always she began her day with hygiene. Good hygiene was everything to her, no matter how mundane it seemed.

She brushed her teeth, did skincare —she had a glass skin to upkeep— then showered. When she was done both she and the bathroom smelled like the products she constantly uses. Cocoa butter, brown sugar, vanilla orchid, and a hint of honeysuckle.

Aamaira took her time eating breakfast as she journaled. Eating a boiled egg, avocado toast, a ripe banana, and half of an apple with a cup of unsweetened matcha green tea. The sound of her soft chews consumes the room along with the sound of her pen against the paper as she scribbled at her own pace.

Time dwindles swiftly as Aamaira's former slow morning garners speed. Soon she was seated before her computer tapping away as she buries herself in Literature assignments. Literature was the fan favorite among her subjects. There was just something gravitational about reading or analyzing any written material. Be it novels, poetry, or even think pieces.

Literature was a safe space. A time when she could articulate her ideas and beliefs around a subject matter outside the booth where she didn't need to filter her thoughts to fit into any social norms or culture.

Today's written piece was about the role of a wife, specifically Portia, within William Shakespeare's Julius Ceasar books and how similar or vastly contrast their roles are compared to today's society. There was something borderline exhilarating about putting her thoughts on paper while finding a middle ground on not being disrespectful to the character as she conveyed her interpretation of Brustus' wife, Portia, using tone, style, and mood.

Aamaira explored the vast topic of gender convention within society as she explored, justified, and even opposed many of Portia's choices regarding womanhood and how she choose to align herself with her husband while keeping in mind the period in which the story took place. She also explored how Portia perceive weakness and that could have contributed to her demise. Suicide.

The essay came together nicely. Words became sentences. Sentences grew in paragraphs and soon her assignment was completed.

Once the forty-minute class time ran its course, literature ended and AP American History began. Another subject Aamaira genuinely enjoyed. She couldn't help it. It was a reading subject. Plus she found topics surrounding cultural, economic, political, and social developments that have shaped the United States to be fascinating.

The last two sessions for the day were AP Chemistry and AP Physics. So by midday that Monday, Aamaira had completed all her online classes.

Stretching, Aamaira rises from her seat. She felt very content with how her day was progressing. All her class assignments were completed and while she had a few homework she wasn't too worried about finishing them. Another upside to her debut promotions coming to an end.

By midday, Kittisak came crawling out of his shared bedroom. Well, he wasn't-crawling per se but moving rather sluggishly like a sloth. Sleep marred his features, as he rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly.

Aamaira slowly drops her hands to her sides as she watched him with a raised eyebrow.

Kittisak, unaware of her presence, scratched his flank his fingers digging into his bare skin as he was shirtless. He stretches and the movement causes the shorts he was wearing to dip lower exposing the V of his lower torso.