I am standing in front of my school's automatic glass doors. I am a total sweaty, panicky mess right now. My school starts at 8:30AM and it takes my driver 25 minutes at the most to drive me to school. But today, I was a total mess of rainbows and chocolate at 8:10 which is why I'm late to school today. Ugh, atleast I don't have algebra in the 1st period. Praying that I don't get detention for being late today, I run to my classroom. I remind myself that I should cool down as I'm only 5 minutes late.
I knock the door of my classroom lightly; a bit too lightly. I knock on the door again and this time my History teacher notices me and opens the door. She gives a smile and continues the lesson from where she left off. I sigh and sit at my desk.
Sitting on this desk brings back so many memories I can feel the stinging near my eyes. Within minutes, tears are running down my face and my history teacher is giving me a sympathetic look. She is one of the only people in this place who actually understands what's going on. I quickly wipe my tears away and try to concentrate on writing my notes.
"Mahabharata is the longest poem ever written" she says. Today we're doing world history and I swear half the words taught in this subjject are unpronouncable. "It is one of the 2 great epics of India". She pauses and looks at me "Does anyone know what language this great poem is written in?" she asks. Several hands shoot up in the air and I try my best to look invisible.
"You" she says pointing to the seat next to me. Ad? Isn't she dead? Well, to cross check I turn my head to the left and I see a blonde boy with gray eyes rasing his hand while giving Mrs. Johnson a sweet smile.
"The Mahabharata is written in Sanskrit" he says.
"Very good! Sit down" says and smiles back at him.
"Thank you ma'am" he says and sits down.
How dare he sit in her place? Adriel can never be replaced. I know it's wrong of me to dislike him for sitting in what looked like an empty seat to him, but I still glare at him. He gives me a small smile and turns away. I really want to murder him right now.
After learning a bunch of other stuff about dead people, the bell fianlly rings and I pack up my bag. As I get up, I hear someone cough behind me and I turn to look.
"Hey! I'm Jason" the Ad replacement says.
"I'm Ria" I reply curtly
"Umm.. not being rude or offensive, but are you always like this?"
"What?"
"I mean that way you look at me and talk to me, I feel like you want to kill me"
"Umm actually I do"
"What? Why? Do I know you? Have we met before?"
"No, it's just that you have to change your seat"
"What why? Do I smell?"
Ok what the hell am I doing? I probably sound crazy right now, poor guy, he probably doesn't know anything about Ad.
"No you don't. Now bye I need to get to my next class in time"
"Hey, what class do you have right now?"
"English"
"Oh me too! Actually this is my first day at Pearson-Hardman High School, so I don't really know my way around here. Do you mind if I come with you?"
"No I don't. Come along!"
Once we get in, he points to the chair next to me and asks "Is this chair safe to sit in?"
I can't help but smile. My previous behavious was pretty stupid. "Umm no. It's taken by a guy called Percy. You could sit on his lap tho, that guy's cute" I joke
"Umm no thanks" he laughs and walks away.
He goes to the other corner of the room and sits on a chair there. I watch him tap his fingers on the desk. I watch him whistle along to the rythm. I keep staring at him till I don't see him any more and I just get lost in my thoughts.
A/N I don't even know why I'm bothering to tell you this because like no one read this book before, but if even a single soul out there has been with me since the start, you may notice the book is totally different. Yeah, I hated the suicidal sad boring cheesy book so I deleted the whole thing and I'm rewriting EVERYTHING. INCLUDING THE NAMES so (if you actually remember stuff) please forget it.
To all my new readers, I hope you like this chapter! I have been reading a lot of teen fiction lately and tbh all these books are literally the same. Boy meets girl, falls in love with her, chases her, he's rich and hot, she's mediocre and hot but covers up and then after them making out and saying 'only a kiss; it means nothing' repeatedly and being in cliché AF scenes time and again, they finally confess their love and book ends. I got bored of them and so I thought of writing a new type of book? I'm not really much of a writer, but hey I'm trying. Also, we warned guys, I can give you 3 updates per day or take 365 days to write 1 chapter. I'm moody AF please forgive me in advance <3 Stay tuned for the next chapters and don't forget to vote, comment, share blah blah blah
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