What happens when a teacher and student fall in love?
Do you know what it's like to feel like a prisoner in your own body? Well, Anika Ahmed does. She has never had an easy life. She was born with Cerebral Palsy, which left her in a wheelchair. You...
"The weekend dragged on as I expected, but now it's Monday, and I'm getting ready to go to school. Hmm, what do I wear? I thought to myself. I quickly grabbed my purple oversized crop top, and black jeans and headed into the bathroom to get dressed. After I had got dressed, I brushed my hair and put it in a high ponytail then just straightened the ends of the ponytail because I'm too lazy to straighten my whole hair. Looking at the time, I realised I've only got ten minutes before my taxi comes, so I brushed and flossed my teeth and headed Into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, my mum, dad and brother were eating their breakfast, so I grabbed a cereal bar as I'm not that hungry and sat next to my brother. "Good morning Baia," (Baia just means brother) I said, greeting my brother. "Good morning, munchkin," he said, teasing me.
As I finished eating, I took my medication and headed outside, but before I could leave, my mum spoke. "Is that what you're wearing to school? You look like a slut, why do you not dress classier or at least modest? She asked, looking at me like I'm a piece of crap. I just ignored her and got into my taxi even though her words did hurt.
(Skip taxi ride)
I got off the taxi my headteacher reminded every student that it's mental health awareness week, but I didn't bother, so I just headed straight to my lessons which are double Art and Design. The teacher told us we have to draw our emotions; it can be digital or a painting. Great, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. Hmmm, what do I draw? Oh, I know!! I opened up Adobe Illustrator and started drawing whilst listening to Shawn Mendes through my headphones.
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As I finished my drawing, I didn't realise two hours had passed, and it was time for Christian's class. I packed up my supplies and printed out my artwork and handed it over to the teacher.
Author's note: fun fact, I actually made this: ⬇
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As I headed over to Christians class, I couldn't help but smile thinking about him. I chose a seat in the back of the class because that's where Sam and Scarlett were sitting but also because I didn't want to seem so eager, even though I am.
"Hi guys," I said hugging both Sam and Scarlett. We started chatting as we still had five minutes before lessons began I got my pencil- case out of my bag and put it on the table, just in time for Christian to walk in.
Christian's POV:
"Good morning class, as you all know, it's mental health awareness week, which means most lessons are going to be based on mental health and how you are feeling. So the lesson objective today is to create a story or poem based on how you are feeling. It still is an English lesson, so please make sure you use metaphors, oxymoron, nouns etc. If you need any help just raise your hand and I'll come over. Anika, can you come outside and speak to me for five minutes please?" I asked her holding the door open, so it's easier for her.
"So, the reason I asked you to come outside was because I wanted to let you know that you don't have to take part in this activity if you don't want to, I know it's difficult for you to talk about your feelings so I will consider it., I told her being truthfully honest.
"Actually, I think I'm going to take part in this activity. I'm just going to write a short poem if that's alright with you?" She said.
"Of course that's alright with me! I'm proud of you. You know that?" I said to her as I opened the door and let her back inside the classroom.
I wonder what Anika will write about? I thought to myself.
As I looked over the class to make sure everyone's doing what they're supposed to be doing, I couldn't help but stop and look at Anika, and I noticed how she is pulling her concentrating face where she pokes her tongue out to the side of her face.
Anika's POV :
"Come on, Anika, think! What the fuck do I write about?"I thought stressing myself out as always.
Whose depression is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad, though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch her frown. I cry, hello.
She gives her depression a shake, And sobs until the tears make. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake.
The depression is sad, painful and deep, But she has promises to keep, Until then, she shall not sleep. She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed, With thoughts of sadness in her head, She idolises being dead. Facing the day with never-ending dread.
"That's good enough, hopefully, used the right grammar,"I thought to myself as I walked over to Christian to hand him the poem.
"Hey sir, I've finished writing the poem," I said, nervously as I don't want to disappoint him if I get a terrible grade.
"Thank you, Anika, just sit on your phone until everyone else finishes," he said, taking the poem off me.
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As I put my phone away, I looked up and smiled at him.
"It's time to pack away as the lunch bell is about to ring," he said, holding the door open to let everyone out.
"Hey, Christian? Can I go get my lunch at the canteen and eat it in here?" I said, wanting to spend time with him.
"Yeah, that's fine by me, I'll come with you as I forgot to bring lunch in with me," he said following me out to the canteen.
I quickly grabbed a cheese sandwich and a snack bar and paid it at the counter.
A/N: I'm going to split this chapter in half because I'm lazy. 👀
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