Hana

2

Like usual, I was looking out our class's window. I wasn't even thinking about anything; I was just blankly looking at the view or whatever crossed my eyes.

Honestly, nothing really grabs my attention anymore. Everything to me just seems to be so pointless that my surrounding just felt like a set of moving objects and the scenery was just something to stare at.

All of this is just a collection of distraction of what really matters of which-- I don't exactly know.

Everything seems to be the same in each passing day. Same noise, same colors, same perspective, same humans, same animals--everything. Nothing's changing. And the only thing that's changing; is me.

Why is my voice changing? Why is my hair growing? Why am I getting taller and why are my clothes shrinking?

Why am I so different from Hana?

Why am I changing and she isn't?

Is everything moving, besides her? All the pointless and meaningless things just circles around her, around and around until they no longer exist? Am I one of those useless things?

Am I not important to be thrown away like all the other things that are destant to vanish?

Why isn't she following me? Am I not worthy to be followed? Are you really willing to be left behind? Is it that easy to watch me go?

Why?

"Noah,"

I heard a soft, familiar voice from the lower right side of my desk.

It's meaningless; I could feel it.

I ignored.

"Noah,"

My eyes went down, finding the voice quite pitiful and annoying to call my name.

Her usual wavy brunette hair hang in a ponytail, her light freckles scattered around her nose, her slightly darker eyebrows were there and my eyes met her hazel ones as they held a cheerful greeting. Her light pink lips were slowly forming a smile as she started to move her body in a joyful way.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, standing up, making her hair flip to a side.

Her presence didn't amuse me. Her everyday smile had always there like it was needed and her eyes meant nothing to me as they tried to sparkle through a conversation.

She kept her facial expression friendly as it held interest of hearing my reply. Sadly (to her), I have no regards of answering anytime soon so I rotated my direction towards the window again.

"Noah," she sighed tiredly. "don't be like that."

She went infront of me and blocked my view. "If something is bothering you then tell me. I might be able to help."

"Prue," I said. "you're blocking my view."

"Obviously I am." she bravely, which I don't recommend on doing, said. "Now, what's bothering you?"

"You're what's bothering me." I snapped, voice raising of annoyance.

"Woah, I can see the two love birds are fighting again." said a playful tone from my back. Two wide hands grabbed my shoulders roughly as they pushed me lower in my position.

"Get off me, Stuart." I quietly demanded, really not feeling the mood for his everyday crap.

"Oh come on, man!" he insisted in bullshiting my two shoulders, crashing them tightly. "You're always such a tight prick, loosen up!"