RAINED DOWN

MISCONCEPTION

Zeya's pov

The thing with me is that it might look normal but it's just as disturbing as a gory novel read at the breakfast table.

I don't know how to hold a normal conversation and a firm eye contact while conversing. Am I being dramatic? No, I'm not.

Today is just another weekday. Two weeks had passed after our girls' night at the Stryer's palace. I had passed that night without a wink of sleep, after Eva woke up in the morning she was surprised to see me up so early.

I didn't waste a second further from there. Aunt was sad that I was not staying for breakfast. I apologized repeatedly and promised to stay back another time.

I had called Mum beforehand to let her know that I was ready to be picked up. As I was getting out, I couldn't look at Eva while departing. I felt guilty for making her upset.

It was supposed to be our night enjoying and studying but that single interaction ruined it all. I couldn't hold any normal conversation with her and acted coldly as I was absorbed in what had happened with Ezra.

I assured her to call whenever I was free. Then, ran away from there with my leftover shame and guilt.

Afraid I might have to face the devil again, which I'm against doing right in the morning. She waved me back as the car drove off, with a smile but all I returned to her was a small wave.

I have school. Getting dressed in the morning after a shower is the most frantic thing to do.

I tucked the shirt in my skirt and buttoned up my shirt properly. Put the tie on my neck, and straighten my collars. It's easier for short hair to get dried after a shower. I complete tying up my hair in a small ponytail and put on clips to put the baby hairs in their place. I can leave it down but then it will get in my face while riding the bike.

I do an overlook at my room ticking off chores in my head, tidying the place in a hurry then take my backpack ready to leave. I'm running a bit late today and don't even have the time to do breakfast.

Mum had the table set up with food. Dad had already left. I chug the coffee in a single breath, picking the key from the key holder.

The sky looks clear, a shining blue. It's warm but there's the cool breeze ready to cool you when you ride the bike. I've no time to enjoy the ride and hurry off. My watch says I have only ten minutes left before the bell rings for our assembly.

I manage it, somehow. Parking the bike in the parking lot assigned to the students, I pick up my pace towards the classroom. My phone rings with a message. It's from Aster asking me where am I.

I get my books from the locker and slide in from the door for our homeroom, barely in time. The class is filled with students. I find Aster in that wild cluster of people.

Her long, blonde hair makes her easily stand out. She is standing with a tall boy at the middle row's desk. The boy is leaning on the desk, listening to whatever Ster has to say. His back is to me so he can't see me approaching them.

Aster locates me. And frowns at me as a greeting.

When I get to the desk, I slide my bag off my back and then plop down on one of the chairs.

The boy is Sheryl, Donavan Sheryl. He is popular among the freshmen for being the captain of the volleyball team. What is he doing with Aster? I don't like this mismatched choice of people in a single group.

"Hello, my lady. You've been so busy that you couldn't reply to my simple messages?"

"I was riding the bike and was already late, so please spare me, Mother."