Another Chance

My poetry

He is the moon.
Beautiful but far too many faces
For mere humans to understand.
Attractive but illusive.

He is the star.
Burning everyone whose near
But at the cost of himself.

He is the sun.
With alluring rays yet threatening.
The breathtaking shield, failing to
Hide the, light brown eyes,
Promising warmth.

_my poetry

"Happy Friendship Day!" "Same to you!" People sure were excited but then again,it was only today when everyone forgot about grudges and behaved human for sometime. This day meant a new start and also the only chance for girls not to get rejected as a friend. I found it stupid though because I never got the chance of buying good bands so I could give it my friends. I was always on the recieving side every year and it made me uncomfortable.
They did not seem to mind though so I would always go with the flow.

"Hey Sofim, happy friendship Day," I turn to face the owner of the voice and find Chozang looking at me with a hand extended towards me with a band in it. I smile at her and wish her the same. I am indebted to her in kindness,it has always been immense. I hope to repay it though but then it would have to wait. I walk inside the classroom and receive wishes from every one. I do the same.

"Oi,Sofim! Happy Friendship Day! Here,take my band," Nate says when I reach my seat. I take the tiny white thread hanging from his hand and look closely at this. I had nothing on me to give him so I start taking one of the bands on my wrist,but then he says,"No. Don't do that. It would be unfair to the one who gave that to you. We are fine." I nod. After sometime,he throws a piece of paper towards me and when I open it I find a small friend scribbled on it. "You don't write it like that. Give it to me I'll do it," I say and take paper,flip it and write the word in  clear block letters. "Alright! I'll do that,"he said and took the paper back. He did write but then it was the same. We gave up but then I had that paper for he asked me to keep it.

On the same day I had plucked a bunch of flowers and carried it to class,he had seen it and I gave it to him. That was the wierdest idea that ever occured to me but then I said,"let's see how long can you keep it. Return it to me in the end of the year and I'll accept  that you are indeed a great person." He agreed but only after he asked me to keep the thread and the paper well.

I stir awake and a smile lingers on my lips making me wonder which memory did I loose again but rathe then dwelling on it for long,I get out of my bed and stretch a little. The sky was vivid blue today and the perfect weather for the first day to school. I begged the doctor to let me go and he said that it was for the last time until I got better. I would love to go out even for a day. This room was killing me.
It takes only half an hour for me freshen up and get ready for school. I look fine today,just some of my chubbiness has been taken away .

"Mama,I am heading off to school now. Let's talk after I come back," I say through the phone and I can say she is still angry but then it was temporary,I knew it.

I take time to reach school and even though I have seen this school for almost twelve years,it still fazes me. The first day,twelve years ago,had not been too good but today it felt different. These huge walls and the stones placed together in symbiosis,a wierd but an aesthetic one. Our school's compound is a big one and during winters the school looks beautiful with cherry blossoms surrounding it. I have mentioned that before right? Right now, small flowers sway their heads in sync with the breeze that blows.

"Alright ! Last day,so be it." I walk towards my class and I can see people staring at me. Why were they even staring ? I am definitely not a beauty. Maybe because they see the wierdoo in me now. I shrug and continue walking. My mother had already informed my teacher about my case so there were no worries.

I notice that my homeroom is unusually quiet and I look around but no sign of my classmates. "Where were they?" I think and walk in. "WELCOME BACK!" I place my hand over my chest and steady my breathing. They were standing before me with the biggest grin on theirs faces. I can almost feel the threat of the tears but I hold it in. They were happy to see me. I smile and say,"Thank you." "Woah! She smiled." Someone shouts from behind and this brings a series of laughter in the room. "I do." Another fit of laughter.

"Get well soon," Aden says and I nod. She engulfs me in a tight hug and I return the gesture. She is someone who has always loved me despite recieving no reciprocation from my side. I feel bad for doing that to her but I believe that it is her love that makes me take her for granted.

Everyone settles down and I am left with a teary Arial and Vivian. They too embrace them and today I let them. I realized that I had no right to look forward to tomorrow. I see Abhyas at the back waiting for his turn to bombard me with questions. He is a friend I earned through a fight and the gradual change of opinion. I am glad I met them.

I don't see Jake though and only when I look around do I notice him smiling at me from our seats. I walk towards him and frown. He should not be here but then who am I to talk. I was on the same boat. "Well,look who decided to come to school," I say and sit down. "Same for you. What are you doing here?" He asks and I give him a smug look before I answer. "I begged for freedom. Today is all I get,"I say. He looks at me and smiles. "What?"  "Today is all I get too. I found a donor so the date has to be fixed and it's a lot of work," he says and I can see his happiness in this. I am glad it is him. I don't mention this though. He will refuse on my face and I cannot handle one more rejection. That was a lie. I never got rejected. Did I ?

"So when is the operation?" I ask. He shrugs and I let it drop. "Sofim come to my room today okay. We will watch movies. I will die of boredom otherwise," he says and I agree. We are talking when the entire room goes silent and when it look up to see the reason, I find myself turning pale. What was this supposed to mean?!

I have been recieving green roses everyday and I can tell that they are fresh like they were plucked only today.  No note is there but then I don't want to confirm my doubt. I am scared what would happen next if I did that,so I let it be but I take the roses and dry them so I can store it for a long time.

"Please tell me this is a dream," I say but then when everyone is staring at what he is staring,I am afraid. I try to look away but then I am petrified. This should not be happening. "Jake,do you see what iam seeing?" I ask and poke him. He nods and I know instantly that the little colour on my face has vanished into thin air. There are gasps when they realize that he is in our uniform. I break my gaze and look around.

I am saved when the homeroom teacher enters the class and the roll call begins. She then goes on to introduce the new transfer student. She asks him to choose a seat and without loosing a beat he points in my direction. "I am sorry but then she already has a partner," The teacher says but his reply shuts her up," I know only her and when it comes to notes,hers is the best I can ever get." She looks confused now and she looks at me for some help. I shrug and look at Jake. He looks angry. "Ma'am I already have a partner. I am still helping so he had to go somewhere else." She nods her head and orders him to sit in front of me. This was not okay.

A sly grin flashes in his face and I frown at him. He walks towards his seat,gives a look to Jake and sits. The day was going to be long.
"Hi Sofim. Long time no see? I missed this school!" He says turning around to face me. I look at him with a promise in my eyes to kill him if he bothered me.

He keeps looking at me waiting for an answer. "We met in the morning remember? Nate!" He turns pale and I can hear someone giggle beside me. He knows what I mean and he turns in front not wanting to dig further into the topic. Maybe he is embrassed or angry because I have not considered his gesture and that is a lie but I do not correct it. It was me who was beside him,appreciating all his work and with a genuine reaction if I may add. It does not matter anymore though.

"What does poetry mean to you?" She asked me. I think for a while and say,"Well, he is my poetry."

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