Kianda

8 *Sasha*

"Mom! Mom, I'm going to be late!" I yell upstairs. She's slept in, again. "What is it, darling?" I hear from upstairs, she sounds like she just woke up. Which is practically true. "Mom! Come on, I have to go to school. I'll be late, if we don't hurry," I answer, and as I hear her descending the stairs I run to grab her coat and mine. I throw it at her and start to make her a quick breakfast for in the car. She yawns. "Don't rush like that, it'll only make you more stressed," she says, calmly. "Well, mom, if I don't rush I'll make a fool of myself at the second day of school, which I rather not do. Come on, let's go," I answer, and drag her outside, to the car. "Wait, the keys, I forgot to grab the-" she starts, but I push the keys in her hand and open the car door. While she starts the car, I run to the other side, sit in the car and close the door. I forgot nothing, now did I? I check. Nothing forgotten. "Let's go."

Ahh no, just as I walk inside the school, I hear the bell ring. Too late. Luckily I studied for my English class, so he won't be able to surprise me. I rush into the classroom and feel all the looks going at me. Great. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I slept in. I couldn't sleep last night, so I was too tired to wake up. It's my fault, I'm sorry again," I say. Blaming my mother won't help, so why not take the blame on myself. I've made a fool of myself already anyway. I sit down and start unpacking my books. He looks at me, pondering in his thoughts, and says: "You may keep your books closed, Keyon, for you are the first one to be tested. Have you studied?" I roll my eyes, but lucky for me he doesn't see that. I sigh, and answer: "Yes, I have, Sir." I put my books down as if I'm truly shocked he asks me that. Because, wow, nobody ever uses that as a 'punishment' for being late, right. He asks me questions about what I studied for, which I didn't, because I've read it quickly in the lesson yesterday and my Kianda-mind doesn't forget a thing it reads or learns. Great, right? For some things, yes. But sometimes I wish it didn't. Why? Because I sometimes hear things you can't think of to hear. Every single thing that passes my life, will stay in my memory forever, how hard I wish that it didn't. It is also why I haven't lost my mourn for my father, Sophia and all my other family members. All of the Kiandas's are my family. We all share the same fate, and theoretically also the same blood. For the stories about our kind say we have one mother we're all children of. They say, we're the children of the Greek god Poseidon. We are actually not. We're just our own kind, and our parents are Kianda's as well.

"You've studied well," I hear. I sigh. I guess so, then. I see his surprise, as if I'm the only one in this class to have studied for this. I'm sure I'm not. "Now, to start with the lesson..." More I don't hear, for I open my books at a randomized page, and open my notebook, too. I start searching for that one page, not having much difficulty there, though. I find it in a second and bow over it. Behind me I hear a soft gasp. I think someone is not paying attention to the teacher, but to me. I roll my eyes and sigh, it will be his own fault if his grades drop.

"Girl, wouldn't ya pay attention? He's a very good teacher, so if you didn't understand, now ya will. Helloo?" Katy pulls softly at my shirt, while she whispers for me to pay attention. I shake my head, whispering back: "I've had this already, remember. I learn quickly, so I don't need it again." I hear her sigh. "With this attitude ya won't earn your teachers likings. That could prove annoying, ya know," she whispers back at me. "Did I ever say I wanted that? I don't need the likings of my teachers, I don't care what they think of me. They can't actually hurt me." "Whatever ya say, girl." I see her roll her eyes and lose interest in what I'm doing. Good, I don't need anyone watching me.

Before the lesson ends, I feel someone tapping at my back. I look around to see who did that, and see Jake nodding at me, a little paper in his hand. I take it from him and open it, to see what's on it. Come to the tree outside at the first break. Just wanna talk. Uhm, I guess? I nod at him, alright then. He smiles, but hides it as the teacher looks around. I hide the paper and see if Katy saw our small, silent conversation. She didn't.