Unravel the Truth

Chapter 8: Friday Hugs

It had been a couple of days since the whole gym event with Cyrus. I was still confused by the whole thing. I pretty much just decided that boy is a puzzle and I had no idea if I would even understand him. I tried my best to just keep my distance from Cyrus, which I was perfectly fine with, since he made my skin crawl with anger.

"Friday thank god! This week was so long!" I thought to myself. I needed a weekend break from looking at Cyrus, being the charming person he is. The day was almost over; just Drama class left then I would be free for the weekend.

I walked into the drama room a bit early since my previous class got out early. There was no one else in the classroom, just me. I walk up the deep steps to where I would usually sit with Emma. Once I sat down I took out my journal. The writing journal I use for writing my thoughts and feelings down, plus my song lyrics.

I had been working on a new song and I had been stuck for days trying to figure it out. Just then I thought of an idea and had to start writing. As I was writing, I could hear people start to enter the classroom. I was in the zone and couldn't care to notice who was coming into the room. Then, all of a sudden, "Hi Luna."

It was as if I was in a bubble that popped. I snapped out of my writing instantly. I looked up to see Emma standing above me.

"Hey Emma," I responded, still in a fog from writing.

Emma gave me a warm smile and sat down next to me. At that point, most of the classroom was filled with students and I hadn't even noticed them coming in.

Emma looked at me then down to my journal. "What are you writing?" she asked with curiosity in her voice.

I looked down at my journal and closed it right away and quietly replied, "I am working on lyrics."

Emma's face brightened. She looked as if she had stars in her eyes from excitement.

"Can I read them?" she pleaded with a chill excitement in her voice.

She was trying to be calm, but I knew she really wanted to read it. Emma reads everything; she always has a book with her. At that moment, I wasn't ready for someone to read them.

"I hope you don't mind, but they are not done yet and it is very personal," I replied in the nicest way I could, trying not to hurt her feelings.

"I understand and respect that," she answered while nodding her head.

I gave a little smile while I held my journal close to my chest and replied, "Thank you for understanding."

"Whenever you do let people read them, let me be the first," she begged.

"When that day comes. You can be the first to read it." I said smiling.

"Helloooooo class!" boomed Mr. Fairchild as he walked into the classroom.

He set his books down and looked around the room at all of us.

"Jesus, are any of you alive? You all look like tired zombies," he teased.

The class was so quiet, only a few people laughed at his joke.

"You're all lucky! Today is just a lecture day!" he added with a shrug.

When the class didn't really react to his announcement, he just stood there squinting his eyes at the class.

"You all are lucky I am not making you act in a scene today!" he said in a firm tone. "So, be grateful! It's Friday after all!"

The whole class responded, "Yes, Mr. Fairchild."

Mr. Fairchild followed with a lecture about giving emotion to your character. The sound of the bell made Mr. Fairchild stop in his tracks and everyone started to load up their backpacks to leave.