Pure Existence

Chapter 2: Down The Memory Lane

She stood in front of the mirror. Cursing and swearing at herself for being who she was. She hated herself. Her natural curls, she thought, looked like a filthy unwashed mop, and she would do anything to trade her brown eye lenses for blue ones, the temporary lenses weren't enough to satisfy her. 

"I look like a wreck," she said at her reflection, partially hoping for her reflection to reply her back with 'No, you don't.'

"Why can't I just be pretty like the rest?" Her insecurities about her looks raised above everything else. Basically she was never satisfied. Yes, that was the seventeen year old Day.

This was a new school year. Day, again had changed her school. This was her fifth school in three years but by now she was so used to the changes that it didn't matter to her anymore.

Wearing just normal, worn out skinny jeans and sweater out on the cold morning, she headed to her new school, 'Caveton High School'. It was an old high school, but the facilities, were pretty new and updated. One of the teachers enlightened her about the rules and showed her the way to her class.

Day mumbled against her breath, "Can't you just take me there?"

"I am sorry, what did you say?" The blonde aged teacher asked her.

"Nothing madam, have a nice day."

"And you too, miss."

Day did not wait a second to go to her classroom. She hurried off in quick long strides. Her classroom was on the second floor. After a personal debate on which classroom was hers, she made a decision and entered a room. The teacher inside, a man of about late twenties smiled as she walked in.

"Ms Mary?"

"Yes sir," she stated.

"OK, class, turn around. Keep that iPhone of yours down Carol," his voice demanded attention. In a second, the class was quiet and the whole attention was drawn to Day. She couldn't stand the curious eyes which surrounded her. Her palms, sweating. Her heart, beating at an irregular pace and her eyes, looking down on the floor.

"This is Ms. Mary, an ex-scholar of St. John High School in New York. Am I right Ms Mary?" He asked looking at Day. Day nodded a simple yes. "Okay, she will be joining our class from today. Be nice, you guys and don't be the rebels that you already are."

From the back of the class, a voice boomed, "Rebels, we are, can't help it, Mr. Bryan!" The whole class including Mr. Bryan giggled and Day couldn't control her dead blood, poker face, and she smiled.

"Alright, the classes will commence as usual, make sure to wear any extra clothes you've got. It seems like it's going to be really cold today." Mr Bryan, smiled at Day and then scurried off to attend to his next class.

There was only one place empty in the whole classroom. A desk just beside a German looking guy. Great face, great looking guy.

The guy was facing down his desk, his head low. His gorgeous hazel eyes looked up at Day as she took the empty seat beside him.

"Hey." Day greeted him. The air between them, awkward.

"Hi." His voice was so calm, composed and kind of soothing like music to Day's ears. As his lips curved into a smile, Day noticed a slight dimple on his right cheek. She, in fact, had one on her right cheek as well.

"I am Day Mary." She extended her hand in the confined space between them.

"Heymish Kastrati Jones, here." His smile opened up, showing a set of perfect teeth which was till now hidden by his thin lips.

"German?"

"Um, part. It's kinda obvious, aye? You?"

"Don't really know, I think a mix of all!" Both of them let out a cheerful giggle.

After the morning session, the school siren, indicating a twenty minutes break was heard. Students scurried off out the classroom. Day, remained sitting at her place, for the first time in history, clueless of what to do. Heymish, seeing her sitting alone, called out to her just before he was going to step out of the room. "Hey Day, wanna join?"

Letting out a sigh of relief, she called out back to him. "Yes, please!"

Outside the school building, on the big play ground, which was used to cater for physical activities and students for the break, Day and Heymish walked towards a bench beneath a huge oak tree. 

Sitting down, Day asked Heymish, "So where are all your other friends?"

"Apparently, you're the only one."

"Serious?"

"Serious." Heymish's lips curved at one side, showing his dimple. "I am new too."

"What!" Day shouted in disbelief.

After seeing Heymish's face look around the crowd of students, smirking, Day realized that she was far too loud. Day lowered her voice into a soft whisper. "What, new?"

Smiling, he nodded. "Came in a week ago, first week of school."

"Well, don't you think a week is enough to make friends with someone, like us? In just a day." She paused, biting her lower lip, "So friends?"

"Friends." He smile widened, deepening his dimple. "but trust me, sometimes, even a lifetime isn't enough."

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Her first day at school wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, rather, it was really good. She had made friends with a really hot German and something dude and now, as stupid and unrealistic it may seem, she just couldn't get his pictures, actually, videos out of her mind. She laughed at her self. So her hormones were functioning alright,

The sun was setting, darkness crept up to Day's room. She let her dark violet curtains at the sides, keeping her window wide open, allowing her curtain to flow along the breeze. Today, she didn't need to shut her windows, tight, Today she felt good - and safe.