When Words Fail

Chapter 1

"Umm, hi." I paused for a sec and scanned the crowd quickly before I continued, "I'm Aaiana Midori Reynolds" I introduced myself in front of the class. It's the first day of college. 

Great.

As I find my way to my seat, Ms. Johnson spoke after several minutes of staying quiet and only nodding to the students who first introduced themselves. "How do you pronounce your first name Ms. Reynolds?" She asked.

I froze in my place and slowly turned to face her across the room. "It's A-a-ya-na." I said.

She nodded, "Why don't you tell us more?" She requested.

"Excuse me?" I asked, "About what?" I stared at her.

Then she replied, "About yourself."

I was getting a bit of annoyed when she said that.

"What about me?" I almost spat the words.

"I'm quite interested in your origin Ms. Reynolds."

"If it is what interests you then I'll be glad to tell you I'm from this specie called humans," I paused when I hear some snickering and muffled giggles from the students, "And as a typical human, I have these hands that could grip, feet that can walk and mor---"

"Quite a sarcasm Ms Reynolds." She cut me off. Her voice doesn't show anger, it's annoyingly radiating with calmness. "I actually mean about where are you from." Before I could even speak, she hold her finger like a warning and said, "Don't even bother answering me in sarcasm that you came from planet earth on the mast of stars called Milky Way." The students laughed and I felt a tingle of redness rising up my cheeks.

"Fine, I came from Australia." This time, I spat the words out.

"I see you're in a hurry returning back to your seat." Finally she noticed.

I don't really like being the center of attention. In fact, I hate it.

I went back to my seat at the last row and continued to mind my own business. I put my earphones in my waiting ears again, eager to listen to my lively music. I was the only one seating at the back row, I really intend to seat there for I don't want any seatmate or whatever. I suck in socializing. I'm the perfect living definition of the word 'anti-social'.

After the last student introduced himself, in which I can't remember what he told us--- heck, I don't even remember a single name from the bunch of students who just introduced themselves--- a boy came in and sat a seat after where I was sitting.

I didn't bother to look at him, or even glance at him. I smelled a perfume, which I believed it came from him, it's a manly scent my brother used to wear. My thoughts completely lingered around the thoughts of my brother. I miss being with him. I miss how playfully he pats my head, how he teases me every time, how he said he loved me for the last time.