𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 ;

qui es-tu

monerah's pov

on my way home from this odd and eventful day, i realized that i never got to ask alana about herself. we all sat around sharing funny stories, but no one dared to delve into her life.

now, i was determined to learn more about her, though i didn't want to bombard her with questions. initially, i thought she might be foreign, maybe even speak another language. does she? is she foreign? alana what?

i've never been more intrigued by someone's life. maybe it's because she's new, but there's really something undeniably captivating about her. when she spoke, my eyes couldn't help but wander from her mouth and eyes to her well curved figure. her posture was impeccable, as if she had never slouched a day in her life.

it's probably the first day jitters, but i couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to alana than what meets the eye.

that night, as i laid in bed, my mind kept drifting back to alana. there was something about her that i couldn't quite put my finger on. just as i was piecing together the moments from today, my dad walked into the room, interrupting my thoughts.

"hey, just checking in. everything good?" he asked, his voice pulling me back to the present.

"yeah, i'm good. thinking bout school," i replied, hoping he wouldn't press for details.

he nodded, giving me a knowing smile. "new faces always bring new mysteries, hm? get some sleep, you'll get it."

after he left, i turned over and stared at the ceiling replaying the day's events. alana had been the center of everyone's attention, yet she remained an enigma. her laugh was genuine, her stories captivating, but when it came to talking about herself, she always redirected the conversation.

i remembered her soft accent, which i couldn't quite place. was it european? maybe south american? the way she carried herself was elegant and poised, almost like she had been trained. could she be a dancer or an athlete.

the curiosity was driving me crazy, i decided that tomorrow, i would find a way to talk to her alone. i wanted to know where she came from, what her passions were, and what brought her to our school.

as i drifted off to sleep, i pictured her again: the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, her confident presence, and the subtle grace in her movements, there was a story there, and i was determined to uncover it.

can't just be first-day jitters, something told me that getting to know alana would be more than just satisfying my curiosity—it would be the beginning of something much more significant..

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the next morning, i woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. i was determined to talk to alana and learn more about her. as i got ready for school, i thought about how to approach her without seeming to eager or intrusive.

when i arrived at school, the hallways were packed with students. i scanned the crowd for alana, hoping to catch her before class. i finally spotted her spotted her near her locker, chatting with a couple of other students. she looked beautiful as ever, her smile lighting up the space around her.

taking a deep breath, i walked over. "alana girll" i said, trying not to sound too casual. "so.." i started, feeling a bit nervous under her gaze. "wanna get lunch together today?"

her smile widened, and she nodded. "oh girl, you don't have to ask me twice!"

the rest of the morning seemed to drag on as i anticipated our lunch together. finally, when the lunch bell rang, i made my way to the cafeteria, finding a quiet corner where we could talk.