" I can't really accept you, how hard I try But a part of me wants to do"" He said in a low pained voice finally truly opening up to me I brushed my thumb across his cheeks and asked "Do you trust Allah?" He nodded his head pain and sadness is visib...
She snapped her fingers in front of me as I came out of my thoughts. "Listen" I scoffed at her words and then closely took a look at the board. Which is in front of us with unfilled space by numericals, alphabets and x's.
Yep, definitely math.
I again carefully looked at the board this shit was learnt 1 week ago. So even if I sleep there would be no problem right? Also it's my notes which the whole class is copying but our SMART PLASTIC CINDERELLA is too busy checking her newly manicured nails.
But Alisha is very well aware of the fact but still decides to annoy me. I turned to the left side only to see Shadiqua writing in her note, but wait which math contains only the alphabet, not only that but also written in paragraphs.
Frustration kicked in me. This bitch is writing lyrics. Shadiqua have one and only talent she is blessed with angelic vocal, her dreams is to become a best in music industry but music is not a halal or pleasing thing in Islam so she decided to drop the idea to become successful in music industry but that doesn't stop her from singing or writing her own song. She'll sing whenever she's happy, sad or even excited. It is a way of expressing her emotions.
But now she's not her own song but a song in her playlist with the name of 7 rings by Ariana Grande 'duh', the types of friends i have. May life show some mercy on me.
Alisha leaned towards me and whispered in my ear "3..2..1.."The bell rang.I hurriedly got up from my seat not caring about packing anything, but still I have two periods left so no problem. I was about to leave but an annoying high- pitch voice abruptly stopped me.
Dude it's plastic Cinderella
"Eshal, did you even bother to complete these solutions? Did you even know how important these are for your upcoming exams?" she finished her sentence while rolling her eyes at me.
The audacity.
I frustratedly closed my eyes and opened, then turned around to answer the plastic Cinderella who doesn't even know that from my notes which everyone is copying down on their notebook.
I gritted my teeth and said "First of all Miss, be aware of what's happening in your classes." I can hear the whole class gasp and mutter about the teache-Plastic Cinderella whose mouth is hung open in shock. Did I care? Definitely not.I can see from my corner of eyes Alisha who has a proud smirk on her face and a worried look on Shadiqua's face.
I left from there without another word. Shadiqua always worried about my attitude toward others, she would never talk for herself even if something wasn't her fault. Alisha and I have to talk on behalf of her in a problematic situation. The girl nearly got assaulted but still didn't dare to shout for herself if we didn't pass by the corridor then- "Eshal".
I turned around to see who called me but she's nothing familiar. "Miss Jules is looking for you " I nodded my head and asked "where?" "in her office" i thanked her and made my way toward her office.
Why does she agree to have her office on the top floor and end of school. Now I have to take the stairs, plus a 5 min walk.
Duh
. . . . . .
Panting slightly I knocked at the brown polished wooden door and waited but...
No response.
I knocked again....
Still no response.
I exhaled heavily and turned the door knob and pushed the door. Don't want to say but this room is creepy. Dark room, Slowly opening door, wind whooshing not to mention a woman sleeping on the couch with tangled hair, a book covering her sleeping face.
Isn't she suffocated?
I doubt it.
I sighed and took the book off her face which says '101 essays that will change your way of thinking'.
"SOMEBODY HELP S-" i quickly covered her mouth " why would you shout like this?" i whisper yelled, she seems to be relaxed by knowing it's me " sorry, i thought it was a kidnapper" I scoffed and said "Kidnapper is for kids not for aunties. " I said a took a seat on opposite couch. It's true she's nearly thirty but still she looks younger with her, skinny frame, dark brown curly hair which reached her waist, there is no single wrinkles in her face with a sharp jawline
I intensely stared at her, while she comfortably sat on the couch and said "I see you're being grumpy, what happe-" I cut off her by saying "don't beat around the bush, I can see something else matters "
She smiled and stood up from her seat and searched for something on her table, which is extremely messy with newspapers, magazines, books, articles but the common thing in everything is Art.
She is my art teacher and I'm her favorite student this year, so I can freely talk with her without any formalities like she's one of my friends. She also gave me opportunities to join in art competitions which would pay me to get things to make some art supplies on my own, so I can sell them.
"Amaira," she snapped her fingers in front of my face.
Huh huh this is the second time today.
Did you get Deja vu~
Shut up Esh.
"Amaira!" my head is spinning "STOP IT" I yelled " why in the world, would you shake me like that?"
"Or perhaps I thought you were paralyzed" she said sarcastically and walked near the shelf which is placed beside her table. I rolled my eyes, right as the movement, an article fled towards me, I caught it smoothly before it could land on my face.
Damn our reflex
It's one of our cool things.
"Left side second page" she said as she saw my confused face. I nodded and turned the page to take a look. I froze the movement
Eshalbe calm don't panic.
Esh, I can't breath.
~Amairaafu
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