I walk into class and the children don't spare me a second glance.
I'm not the only Asian
and I silently thank God
for the insignificantly tiny
blessing.
Chairs scrape as kids
find their places
on the color coded tables.
I make my way to a window seat
and hang my bag on my chair's backrest.
The Pakistani girl next to me
smiles.
Her tan face splitting
as her lips stretch.
I try to smile back
and she beams,
"My name's Noreza, what's yours?"
"Harmony," then I remember my manners, "nice to meet you."
"I'm a bit nervous, you know. But I heard that our teacher is really nice."
I hum, smile and look down,
wondering if I can
really,
truely,
actually,
befriend
Noreza.
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Savor The Moonlight - Book 1 | ✔
Short Story[completed] Harmony is empty. She doesn't speak out, nor does she do anything that could possibly spark her father and step mother's rage. Besides, isn't it better to stay quiet than to deal with the fall-out caused by expressing h...
