nyctophilia | markle

1 | Beginnings of a Break

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Last period, Grade 9 History Honors with Mr. Matthews. I stare at the clock, then look around. Everyone else is too. There's one minute left until winter break. The freedom within the chills of New York City for 3 whole weeks. The holiday spirit: Christmas, New Year's Eve, New Year. 30 seconds on the clock. New Year, new beginnings. A whole new world. Maybe with a cute boy in it? I hope so. 10 seconds. Back of the class Brenda starts counting down. The whole class starts to as well.

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

Finally, winter break. I've been waiting for this for centuries. Everyone stands up and starts packing as quick as possible. I grab my backpack and shove the stupid history textbook I won't have to look at for 3 weeks.

Mr. Matthews yells, "Don't forget to read Chapter 8 over break, and be prepared for a quiz when we come back!" Like I said, no looking at the stupid textbook for three weeks.

"Hey Riles, walking me home?" I asked.

Riley waves bye to her ex-boyfriend (they only dated for like a week), and still crush. They smiled at each other and Lucas joined Zay and some Charles kid and walked towards their exit where their neighborhoods are. Ranger Rick is going to Texas to visit family, and he's leaving tonight. I'm glad I won't have Riley obsessing over him as much as usual.

"My god, I can't believe it's finally winter break, school has been stressing me out so so so much since I'm actually trying now lmao," I began.

"Didn't I tell you that actually trying will show you how smart you are? You might be even better at me in English class , but the maths and sciences are up to me," she joked and winked at me, as we reach our exit. Riley pushed open the exit and between the double doors we zipped up our jackets, and Riley wrapped her scarf and put on her hat, "Maya, you should have told me you don't have a warm, and fuzzy, and cute, and...wait what? oh...you don't have a hat and scarf you are going to freeze to death, this is New York City, I tell you!"

"It's fine, just leave it alone..." I replied back.

"At, at least take my hat Maya, you'll be warmer."

"No, no, Riley I-" but Riley gave me a stern look and I put on her hat. Burgundy, llama fur, I actually like it but I probably shouldn't ask Riley to keep it since I have about a hundred of her things in my closet, making up the nice portion of it.

We walked along the streets, in the fresh snow that just came down about half an hour ago, or the reason everyone was at the window at Matthew's class. I thought to myself as we walked in silence, about how we crush the intricate patterns of the snowflakes when we step on them, their own uniqueness damaged because of us. People damage other people. Okay, maybe this is why I can't sleep at night.

"Hey, I bet Farkle the nerd is doing is homework over winter break, even if he wasn't in school today lmao," I wanted to make some conversation going even if our lips were frozen sealed.

"Maya! Farkle is your friend, and that doesn't make him a nerd for doing his homework, and you know I'm going to force you to do yours over winter break! What is with your grudge against Farkle these days anyways?" Riley of course protecting one of her kin. Yes, Riley is a nerd but not an annoying one.

"It's just...the attitude he was picked up ever since his clean up in department clothing, and girls actually giving their non-academic related attention to him...and he's just because so so so so annoying, gosh I can't even think about it," I complained back.

"Farkle's attitude hasn't changed," Riley said scornfully. Okay, maybe she's right, but I just have to stick with my gut so far.

"Riley, he's just been getting on my nerves that's all, now just leave it alone please..." the last word I grit through my teeth. Riley shrugs as we walk towards my stinky apartment building.

Ah, my apartment building. Something that I can go on for hours and hours just complaining about it; like the Republicans complain about the illegal immigrants in the US. It was built in 1949, in a place where many Italians used to live. These were the late versions of tenants. The hallways smell bad, all the doors creak, and the floors do too. The desk lady, Mrs. Samosa, is probably the rudest lady I've ever met. Only young adult parents with screaming babies or old people live here. Hell, even two Italian couples have been living here since they built the building. Again, I could go on for hours.

"Here we are," I say, and give Riley her hat back, "be safe walking back home...even if it's only ten minutes away," and we both laugh quietly. We simultaneously enter the lobby as I say, "well, I gotta go eat," I pull down my sleeves as I see them slipping up. Mrs. Samosa of course tells us to shut up, and I give her a death stare. She rolls her eyes at me and threatens to have the police break down our apartment door if I don't give her respect. Classic Mrs. Samosa.

"Well," Riley continues our conversation after the intervention with Mrs. Samosa, "see you tomorrow...wait...do you think you can hang out today? Me and my cool uncle who acts like our cousin, you remember him, the one you used to have a crush on... Josh..." I go blank. I'm in. If Josh is there, I am too. I think about Josh's perfection as Riley keeps blabbing on, " Maya, do you hear me?" she asked so concerned. I give her an oops I didn't mean to look as she tells me again, "we are going to see a movie later and then might go to an arcade or just go to Central Park," she laughed as Mrs. Samosa threatened her, "so yeah want to come?"

"HELL YEAH... I mean, sure...I got the time..." I blush and of course Riley knows what's up.

"YOU CAN'T BECOME MY AUNT," she yells, laughing, "THAT MEANS WE WILL FIGHT ALL THE TIME!!"

"Too late, I'm going to be your aunt, cool uncle Josh and cool aunt and BFF Maya," I smile at Riley and wave good bye as I begin to run up the stairs. The third floor, otherwise known as floor c, is my floor, apartment 143c. I unlock the door, and rush in as fast as possible. I am filled with tears of joy, maybe this will be my night with Josh? I wonder. I am elated as possible, until I see grandma's favorite statue. Grandma passed away...3 months ago...to this day...she was my mentor...my help.

All the happy thoughts went away and all the depressing thoughts about grandma's passing away filled my head. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and two more, and another, and another, I rush into my bedroom, open my sock drawer, grab something and enter the bathroom, and slam the door as hard as possible. I hope nobody hears my muffled cries, I thought.