Dreams Of Thoughts.

Thank you.

School can always put you under pressure; be it academic or attitude towards certain things. Today was the day I had the last straw of that. I woke up, almost late for school. On my way to school, I fell down, injured myself. There weren't visible blood, but it sure as hell hurt. In addition to the pain, the teachers decided to give us alot of homework, and it wasn't even halfway through the day yet.

When the bell rang, Mrs. Belle didn't appear in her usual colour-popping outfit; Miss Pam came in instead.

"I'm your relief teacher for this period. Even though your English teacher is not here, I don't expect you to disobey me. You will greet me as Miss Pam."

After we greeted her, she gave us an assignment that Mrs. Belle told us to do. The chaotic class was oddly quiet today, the atmosphere was cold, most were doing the assigned work, some were taking a power nap. I couldn't help it but join in. Only a few minutes in, as I was getting myself comfortable, I felt a stinging pain on my knee. I immediately jerked up, pushed my chair back, and examined my right knee. Shit. I was bleeding. Ryland instantly saw it.

"Are you okay?" He stupidly asked.

"Of course I am." I answered sarcastically.

"I'll bring you to the general office."

Without hesitation, he stood up, walked towards the teacher's table and talked to her. I didn't moved an inch, as he walked towards me and asked me to stand up. I tried, but I immediately stumbled, failed to find my balance. Did I hurt myself that bad?

Ryland took my left arm, put it over his shoulder, and placed his right arm around me. I managed to get myself up and walking, the rest were whispering and some were saying how we look cute together; they were wrong though.

We finally got into the general office. He got me to sit down, while trying to find the staff. Not long after, he came back with a cotton pad, a bandaid and some tissue papers. He wiped the blood oozing out of the wound, placed the cotton pad ever so carefully on it, and secured with the bandaid. He looked at what he had done for a few seconds, and shot a reassuring look at me.

"Is it okay?" He asked in such a soft tone. I never hear him talk like that before, he's always at the tip of his lungs in class.

I gave him a warm smile at him and nodded my head. He smiled back. He has a nice smile.

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"And that's how I got this monster." I pointed to the cared wound.

I was storytelling him how I fell on my way to school as we got into the elevator.

"I know you've had a bad day so far, with this, and homework and..school, in general. But let me brighten it a little."

He pulled himself closer to me and hugged me. We stayed there for what felt like hours. I was traumatised but I managed to hug him back. He was warm. He made me feel warm.

"Thank you."