who am I (a roller coaster ride) #wattys2016

Chapter Ten

Okay guys, it's time for the major update *yeah* which surprisingly turned out to be 3 chapters only *uggggh*. Sorry, I just couldn't finish the fourth chapter, it's something about me I guess. When I tell myself that I need to write something, I never do. Yeah, my life is basically an opposite day parade! So here's what I did, I edited chapter three and posted the other three chapters. Tell me what you think and spread the story please.

Thanks guys
-Rose :D

A few hours left

"Ms.Ahmed if you are going to keep spacing out during the lesson, we are going to have problems." Mrs.Amany addressed me gently, with a hint of firmness. I immediately snapped out of my trance and started remembering where I was.
I was in Chemistry class, kind of. If you consider daydreaming in the middle of class with drool coming out of your mouth as being there. My opinion, It's best described as being in La La Land, where classes are taught by teddy bears and exam-papers are cotton candy.

Shouldn't blame for staying there half of the time. I'm making use of my twisted mind for once!

"Ms.Ahmed." Mrs.Amany was getting annoyed at my lack of response.

"I'm sorry it won't happen again." I replied quickly as I glanced at the board. Oh no, Organic Chemistry, kill me now.

Welcome to the pain of my existence A.K.A Chemistry, which was one of the few subjects I hated with a passion. It also, quite surprisingly, turned out to be one of the few classes I have without Adam. And I don't think I need to emphasis the FEW word as much since It's already evident - how he's always around me .

Yeah, I know, I was about to gasp in the middle of the class myself and do the Flamingo.

After our scene yesterday, which I am certain came out of a cheesy romance novel, I kept on ignoring him. Not literally of course, like giving not answering his greetings in the hallways and such. Just simply, taking my leave faster than normal in class, getting up whenever his around and making up lame excuses to meet for our projects at school, rather than at our homes - nothing fishy about that.

Sure, keep telling yourself that.

Due to my recent, couldn't-be-stupider techniques, to the regular eyes, and I quote from Mohamed and Stephanie, "I am madly in love with him, and that's why I can't stay in the same room as him or I'll, in their own severely-diseased words, start spilling my heart all over his lunch table. "

Yeah, sure. They're both clueless, just like him.

Even though I am aware that anyone who doesn't know about my situation will see it that way, I'm still somehow pissed - for unknown reasons. My brain can't understand my own brain after all, It's the truth I alone am graced to know. Sarcasm, funny me.
Yet, Adam was just a regular high school student, he certainly looked and acted the part.
However, lately, I've been seeing him a lot and when I say a lot, I'm saying three times a day. I wasn't the one to jump to conclusions so easily, but wasn't this a bit too convenient.

Oh well, I'm over thinking like usual.

"Ms.Ahmed, are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" Mrs.Amany's voice was laced with concern. Yeah, on to my second dilemma, which I believe fate has lovingly portrayed as pure torture to me. Mrs.Amany, with her shoulder-length, straight, black hair and her blue orbs, the teacher of my most-despised subject, is actually the gentlest person I know.Very caring and sweet and she likes me a lot, but we always have issues when it comes to my tests, which end in disappointment on her part.

Stupid-Chemistry-that-enjoys-torturing-my-mental-health.

"No, I'm great Mrs.Amany," I quickly assured her "exams are just keeping me on the edge these days."