"We weren't supposed to happen, but we did. And now we're both pretending it didn't."
After her life took a turn, Nova Sinclair is forced to move schools. New school. New rules- a fresh start. A chance to focus on her goals and obey her mother.
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"And I get this feeling whenever I feel good, it'll be the last time."
| Theodore Abbott |
Rain strikes the window of my chemistry class, drowning all noise around me. Which is why I didn't notice that someone sat beside me.
It rains when the sky feels sad, and that very melancholy brings me comfort. That I'm not alone.
Then the sun comes, flowers bloom and I'm then sunk in the happily overwhelming realization that its all going to be okay.
But you will allow me to be sad since the sun hasn't come out for almost a week now.
The girl sitting next to me had long and wavy brown hair and glasses.
The fact that I have to introduce myself and start all over again with the nice façade until I'm comfortable enough brought another wave of melancholy rushing through me.
It gets tiring to act. More so for the sake of others.
My whole life had been that but now I am myself with a select few. I tell them what I mean and try to be happy.
To my eternal relief, I noticed that the girl was not going to talk. So no introductions.
Introductions always make me nervous. That somehow the other person can look into my eyes and notice the depths of anger and sadness in there.
It feels as if it's not there but how- how does one look at me and not see the hurt I paint on my face, hoping that someone would notice and maybe, just maybe give me a hug.
It never occurred to me that I was hiding it that well or the whole world has suddenly gone blind to a man's sorrow.
"Good morning, do not let the weather wither your spirits this morning students."
Mrs. Williams had a knack for providing me with new reason to kill myself everyday. Literally.
The detention, like a cherry on top, is not unfamiliar but it still sucks to have it.
I open my textbook through hooded eyes, yearning tonight's sleep already.
"Before we start today's lesson, I'd like to inform everybody that the person sitting next you will be your lab partner for the entire year. Get cozy."
My hand almost threw the fat textbook at Mrs. Williams' always glaring face.
