"Luna is short for mi luna. My moon. Because no matter how dark the nights got, you were always there, shining so brightly that I always found my way through." - Book
"It's sweet and fair to die for one's country." - Quote
"Would you please, do the things you said you'd do to me?" - Song
"Ms. Narwin why is my table and Habeel's table joined?" Mia walks in late, questioning.
We're annotating the poem 'Dulce Et Decorum Est' by Wilfred Owen and my teacher had an interesting idea, to make to sides of the room annotate different sections of the poem, Leah's team the top part and my team the bottom.
"We're annotating a poem, duh?" Pedro claims.
Leah's side had - Sinamika, Tyke, David, Evelyn, Eliana, Aya, Hijana, Damien and Omar Ismail.
Mine had Hazza, Ava, Asher, Mia, Omar, Habeel, Pedro, Zayn, the new boy - Aarav and Malik.
Fun.
She explains the rules and how one boy and one girl had to come up to the front and explain their team's annotations.
God forbid, I'm going with Asher; the shipping is going to get way too much if me and my silverboy go up to the front.
After explaining, let's get started. The other team is bustling with ideas while mine is just silent. Full of awkward thoughts and deja-vu inducing moments, we'd have to make new memories. Not reminisce the old ones.
"Guys, should we all come up here together?" I start.
Habeel, has other intentions. "Let Siyana cook."
"And Malik."
Pedro giggles, saying. "Milky and his chocolate flavour be cooking!"
"I ain't doing anything alone." I cross my arms, sitting back down.
We sit in silence except for Zayn and Habeel, who are in their own mini team. Me and Ava are just discussing, well life.
There isn't a certain turning point, but all of a sudden we were talking and now we're writing down ideas.
"Does the 'thick green light' literally show the colour of the gas?"
"Yes, Ava. Also, the green sea and lime could represent that. What do you think fire and lime could show?" I challenge.
"They both are bad?" She tries.
"Habeel?" I ask.
He whips his head, turning towards me. "I don't know?"
Without me asking, Malik responds. "Fire is scary." He looks into my eyes.
"Lime is supposed to be refreshing and fresh." The entire class goes silent.
"And?"
"It's juxtaposed imagery." He doesn't take his eyes off me, and I reciprocate.
God, why is it so silent in here?
"Why not an oxymoron?" Zayn chimes in.
"They're not exactly next to each other." We both reply.
Perfect sync. Talk about fate.
"Juxtaposed is more in a general manner." Malik says.
I continue. "It's definitely more vague when in an oxymoron you zoom in onto two words."
After the iconic clash of Fire and Water diminishes, the class resumes.
Endless question heap my way, as I get more irritated by the second.
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Me And Y8
RomanceThis is the second part of the book "My Love Life : Y7". See how Siyana and Malik's story unfolds this academic year! Or is Malik completely out of the frame? Kisses, flirting, stolen glances, banter and maybe dating.... You never know, it's yet to...
