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❇Chapter 3❇

👥 Mᵣ Wₕₒ ₙₒw?

I got to class hurrying in as I took my seat. Man, if I didn't stop running earlier I might have ran into that boy, I thought to myself. You make it sound like a bad thing. Says my ego. Honestly speaking, he didn't look bad, not that I was looking at him. That's my shyness for you. But where the heck is my focus, says my logical? thinking, I should be focusing on getting my life together. What life? And there's my low self-esteem.

That was basically my thoughts in a nutshell.

The teacher Mrs Dollie just glanced at me as I sat down after I got into the classroom, which was just after the boys line walked in. Since she wanted order she made us line up in front of the class like "civilized people" and not "animals" then allowed us to walk in. The girls would go in first, of course, and not long after the boys would follow.

Other than that, sadly the only event that happened today (I'm talking about almost bumping into that boy), I can't speak too soon though since it was only the morning, school was school I guess. Boring, depressing and sad... but not as in a make you cry type of sad way as in a drain you until you're a walking corpse kind of sad is what I meant and by depressing I meant getting so bored that you want to cry and by boring I just meant boring. This was normal though, school was meant to do this. The periods were literally there to prolong things and boy were certain lessons a drag.

When I said school drains you I meant it because somehow as soon as I entered those gates it was like I turned into a zombie. I slouched as I walked, how unladylike, and for some reason I was always tired. I could go to bed early and as soon as I entered those school gates... what do you know I'm tired and yawning. It's like my brain was programmed to go into sleep mode as soon as I arrived at the place.

Currently as I sat in class my brain was on standby.

"Good morning class." I heard Mrs Dollie greet as all the students, including me who was ripped out of my daydreams, stood up to greet her.

"Good morning Mrs Dollie." The whole class basically sang.

We then took our seats going back to our daily chit chat as she took down who was here. While she was taking role call she was stopped after getting to the middle of the class list. She still had yet to get to my name as a knock on the door interrupted her.

"You may come in." She said as a boy carrying a huge wooden model house walked in. The model house was so huge that it covered most of him including his face but as he placed it down on one of the tables and I began to get a better look at him, he seemed to look rather familiar. Once it was placed down he turned back to the teacher and said there was more on the way. It seemed like this was their classes assessments.

I was intrigued by this and it kind of caught my attention since I was an artsy person. This was most probably a woodwork project? I glanced at the model house on the desk but not long after my gaze fell on the boy who seemed to be looking directly at me? Or was I imagining things? Then realisation hit me like a truck (minus the pain)... he was the same boy I nearly bumped into. He was the one moving the stage. Was he staring at me? I thought to myself.

Honestly, my stupid side wanted me to point at him and then point at myself and say... "are you looking at me?" I wasn't going to ask in a sassy way, of course... I was just curious but I didn't do that because I figured maybe he was just lost in his thoughts and besides there was no law that said you weren't allowed to look at someone. People look at people all the time. I mean, even I do it sometimes. Some people even do things without thinking. For all I know he probably didn't even know why he was staring. And yes, obviously this is me overthinking cause I got nothing better to do with my life.

I broke out of my daze noticing my lips were parted and I'm pretty sure my eyes were wide but it's not like I had a mirror to see or at least I didn't have one at school with me that day, as I heard Mrs Dollie say to the boy... "you can go now." The boy then began to stroll out of the classroom, clearly taking his time to leave as he glanced towards me again or at least I thought he did? Could be because I looked strange? I don't even know if it was me who he was looking at.

Maybe he was looking at someone behind me and I just thought it was me? I thought to myself. You know, like when someone waves at you and you think it's for you but then they walk past you to go and talk to that person instead and you realise it's not you. That's the worst thing that could ever happen to someone. I'm doubting everything, aren't I? Of course I am.

Look, at my old school I was "considered" ugly, I doubt any boy would find me attractive. In fact, I doubt myself. I doubt myself a lot. There's the low self-esteem again. I'm an insecure low life that lacks a back bone. Thank you to the people who messed with my head at my previous school. You did a wonderful job. Now, I'm mentally tormented probably for the rest of my life but it's not like you give two hoots. I'm always doubting myself.

Mrs Dollie continued to call out the names as the boy disappeared. As she got to my name another knock came from the door to which she responded to with... "come in" and a group of boys, including that boy, entered the classroom carrying more wooden model houses.

He placed another one down and I swear he looked at me again. Damn it... I can't tell if he's looking at me. His eyes caught mine this time but as soon as I looked at him, he looked away but not long after he was staring again. However, this time his stare felt more intense and caused me to look away feeling beyond shy. What is this? A staring contest? I looked down, my eyes falling on my lap as I gazed at my hands awkwardly. I felt nervous all of a sudden.

Why was he looking at me anyway?

Who on earth was this guy?

To be continued...

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