My demons (book 1)

"Nothing ever happens here"

The grey building forming in the distance effectively snapped her out of her thoughts, making her groan in annoyance. She could already hear the giggles and gossiping of the girls she will have to deal with. Despite the fact that she hung out with a few of them during school, she didn't particularly like any of them. They seemed quite shallow to her, if she was being honest. She closed her eyes to take a few deep breaths before Caleb pulled over at the school's parking lot. He turned to her with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk. "Welcome to hell."

He laughed soundly when she slapped his shoulder and stuck a tongue at her. "See you at work," he winked before all but forcing her out of the comfort of his pickup truck. She waved goodbye at him with a deep sigh. It was going to be a long day.

She really didn't want to be there, she couldn't ever remember what class she was having. She shrugged uselessly before dragging herself towards the building, eyeing the crowds for any of her classmates who might remind her where she was supposed to be going.

After some time, she spotted two of her classmates walking down the second floor corridor, and it suddenly hit her that she had math in the classroom number 20. 

She plopped herself onto a chair preparing for another hour of listening to useless blabbering from her teacher about topics she couldn't even begin to understand nor could she understand the importance of any of the stuff they were learning. 

She resisted the urge to bang her head as roughly as possible on the table but instead opted for resting her forehead against the cold surface, when her so called friend slid into the empty seat beside her, already starting up a conversation. It was more of a monologue, really, but she didn't seem to mind, perfectly content with a few hums of agreement or approval Aisha would let out every now and then, her head still resting between her crossed arms on the table. 

She had nearly started drifting off when the sudden silence grabbed her attention. Lifting her head, she noticed their principal walking it. 

He was an old man, well in his sixties, with a rather aggravating voice that sounded a lot like a trumpet. He looked worried, his forehead somehow more filled with wrinkles than any other day, and a frown on his lips that were usually sporting a kind smile. 

He informed the class about their classmate, Alina, going missing and while Aisha felt worry gnawing at her insides she also swiftly reminded herself of the town they were in. 

Nothing bad ever happened in that god forsaken town, the girl probably just ran away. Not that anyone could blame her. Aisha had considered running away on so many occasions she even felt some jealousy for the aforementioned girl. 

She never really talked to her save for the occasional "hello" or a nod and a smile when their eyes met across the classroom. They shared most of the classes so she often caught a glimpse of her strawberry blond hair or noticed her fancy black handbag she donned instead of a backpack, she often found herself seeking her out in the crowded room but always hoping the girl couldn't feel her eyes on her. 

Selfishly, she hoped they found her soon just so she could continue looking at her, she truly was a sight to behold. But for now, she had to focus on the math nonsense instead of the long blonde hair and big blue eyes.