Hana's POV
I finally made it back to room 14, feeling as though my legs have given in. It actually isn't much of a walk, just a few dozen metres but since walking isn't something I do often, because I'm lazy, nor is it a natural habit, I felt as though I'd pass out. I know, very unhealthy.
"I'm back. Finally," I exclaimed breathlessly. I set the books down to the front of the class and sat on my seat right in front of them, till I noticed her gaze on me. She's staring at me, she expects me to give them out, doesn't she? Does she not understand that I just walked half way around the school for these books, dying on the way, losing feeling in my body and possibly gaining frostbite even though it's warm? Ugh.
I slowly get up and begin to pass books around. God I just wanna go hoooomeeee, how does everyone survive these lessons. They're just long and drag, I either get picked on, get told off, start eating my lunch, fall asleep, daydream, answer something wrongly or ask a silly question. Sometimes I feel like the whole lesson revolves around me. Infamously famous in lessons, is what you might call me. What am I even doing man, daydreaming again...
After a long and tiresome lesson consisting of linguistic statistical features and devices.. I dont even know what I just said, I happily make my way to the cafeteria. Well I call it that, but it's more like a four in one hall. Used for dinner, sports, assembly and prayer. I know, really not the most hygienic place to eat.
So I make my way outside with the lunch I just bought even though I have my own that my sister made for me, because why not. I see two of my friends sitting on a bench in the distance talking, and I walk towards them I realise they still haven't noticed me yet. They already started eating before I came... nevermind it's just lunch, maybe they were too hungry to wait, it has been a long day I guess.. but I'd wait for them.
"Hey you guys," I watched them quickly stuff their mouth with the lunch they'd bought, "what's the rush y'all? Hey Isma, you're eating.. quickly? Saba what on Earth have you done to Isma? How did this happen?!" I dramatically put my hands to my head and drag them down my face, "Nooo it cant be true! My poor poor Isma," I say with a pout pulling her towards my standing figure hugging her head against me. I feel the slight restraint in her and let go. Whoopsies got carried away in my dramatism. *not a word, don't search it.
The two main things about me, I make up words and I talk to myself. Sometimes I just can't seem to describe what I mean, and the word that'd suit best, really isn't a word at all. So I make it into one. One day I'll have my own published dictionary, if I don't end up publishing my own book anyways.
And I talk to myself because I feel that no one truly understands me, and if they do, they don't better than I understand myself. It really does help me though, in many scenarios. Especially in those when I need to calm myself down and de-stress. But really, I'm just eagerly waiting to meet that one person who knows me better than me, that one person that'll help me calm down and be a pillar of support instead of just me, myself and I.
I know I'll find them one day. Everyone has that one person. I must have one too.
"Lol noooo nothing happened to her, I just have my French study session today and Isma has Urdu with her teacher." Saba said in half laughs, snapping me out of my daze. "Ahhh I see.. but Isma didn't you have that yesterday? When Saba went for Computer Science help?" I looked her in the eye and see her begin to shift in her seat. I didn't mean to make her feel nervous, or as though I doubted her... I have to fix this somehow.
"Seems like your teacher misses you more than me, but she can't have you all to herself! Who'll give me their leftovers? Certainly not Saba, she never shares. Guess I'll have to talk to this teacher of yours and make a rota." I said folding my arms in false anger. I heard her chuckle lightly, she's sensitive, thank God she didn't take that to heart.
"Nah.. well yesterday I was doing that peer mentoring thing with the year 7s." My mouth formed a big O shape, "Ohhh I see I see." I had actually applied for peer mentoring and got in by application, but got rejected at the interview, apparently because I 'wasn't projecting my voice properly', sometimes I wonder if she even heard half the words I said, or any at all.
The thought did slightly anger me, but then again, who even listens nowadays? Everything is decided in a biased way almost everywhere. She's in charge. She disliked me. She accepted my application not to prove my point. But then rejected my interview to prove hers. Or maybe I really can't project my voice.. nah everyone hears me when I talk in class, doubt it.
"I'll make my way to the library then, see you guys later," I waved to them as I made my way to the library. "I'll do that homework I was too lazy to do now, because it's due in tomorrow and then read." Ah read. I no longer have complaints from anyone. I can read and be in love with characters again.
Not wishing these fictional characters could be in our world but that I could be in theirs.
"One day my life will become just as good as a fairytale. Magic. Just you wait and see Hana. All we gotta hope now is that it's not short lived."
Just you wait and see.
Pure magic.
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Things Left Unsaid
Romance"I thought you know though, you always do, why are you doing this?" She said as she cradled her face in her hands, shaking, "Is it even necessary?" "I could ask you the same question. Was it necessary? Why can't you just tell me the way I tell you...
