I Felt The Sparks | Jaya

Abbormel (4)

Jay:

I woke up early in the morning to the sunlight on my face. Groaning, I got up.

I'm not really a morning person, and I stay up way too late playing video games.

My parents are already up and working in the junkyard, so I got ready in the kitchen, taking my sweet time.

I barely got ready in time and almost missed the bus.

Then Abbormel decided to pay me a visit like she did every morning when I tried to figure out where to sit. There was an empty seat in the front I immediately took before it became occupied by the other people at my bus stop.

Abbormel is the name I gave my anxiety, but it's also an acronym. Annoying Bitch Bent On Ruining My Entire Life. She mainly focuses on preventing me from having any social connections and talking to anyone I don't know. Anytime someone I'm not used to tries to make small talk with me, I say pretty random stuff. "So how's the weather?" I'll shrug and say, "There's the window."

Through some miracles, Abbormel seemed to quiet down when I was talking to Nya. That was probably because she paid a visit once Nya walked away through the power of overthinking.

Speaking of Nya, maybe I'll see her today? She wasn't there yesterday, and I'd like to know why.

The bus let us off, and I looked around. The courtyard was empty because, as usual, the bus was late. I hurried to science, and I sighed of relief when I saw Nya in the seat behind mine.

Wait, why did I sigh? She's clearly not happy to see me. But something inside made me happy just looking at her.

But that's crazy, right? I don't even know her, so how could I have a crush on her?

Damn it, Abbormel!

Nya:

I was sitting in my seat when Walker came in late once again. Luckily for him, the teacher wasn't here yet. Lucky for me, too.

He seemed to sigh in relief, looking in my direction. Was he happy to see me? I fought off my delusional thoughts.

He seemed to be thinking about something, or maybe just really zoned out, because he was at his desk, but he wasn't sitting down.

"Hey." I snapped my fingers in his face and waved them around to get his attention. "You going to sit down or what?"

He seemed kind of startled by me talking to him, but he sat down and turned around to face me. "Where were you yesterday?" He seemed genuinely concerned.

"I woke up, locked my door, went back to sleep, and bingewatched my favorite show instead of walking to school late like my brother wanted."

He nodded. "I wish I could do that, but my parents work at home, so one way or another, I'd be stuck going to school."

I just nodded and remembered that I didn't know his name. Instead of asking, I just stayed silent. I couldn't let him think I cared about him as a person. Wait, do I care about him as a person? I mean, if he died, it'd suck, but he isn't that special. Is he?

I slammed my fist on the table, startling him. "Are you okay?"

"Shut up." I said, partly to my brain, partly to him.

Just then, the teacher came in with a fake smile that disappeared when she saw me. In response, I smiled bitterly and waved at her.

She decided to give us a project on how to build a voice controlled lamp. I figured I could get it done by Friday, and the due date was Monday, so that worked out well.