Rhea (When the desert met the sky)

I don't want no face fresh.

To, 

 My confidant and first best friend, hopefully until the end.

The person who has got my back, no matter what shit I put her through, even when I don't deserve her.

Advanced Happy Birthday @that_sassy_pizza. Hope you shine bright as the brightest star as you do in my universe.

Love you, Cheemsy.

 R H E A.        

           "Do you want some water, sweetie?"

           The square face of one of the oldest staff members, Mrs. Wyatt; held some sympathy as she looked at my pathetic state. 

           I was drenched with sweat. Top to bottom. Few strands of my hair were sticking to my forehead and you could practically feel my BO from the door. And worst of all :

         I didn't have my lunch.

         Thus I look like a panting, sweating, parched and a hungry mess. So If you were in my situation,

         I would be sorry for me too.

       Instead, I just smiled sheepishly at her. "It's alright, mam. I'm just waiting for Mr. Bunns to show up."

       She wasn't fazed at all. "But honey, You look really thin. You need to have some water, sugar. Here. Have some", she handed her pink plexiglass PEP bottle to me. I really wanted to drink up the whole bottle so bad, but there's no water can in the whole office. And she has to stay up the entire day only with that one bottle. 

      I said the exact same words like a robot with no battery (No pun intended).

    "It's alright mam. Really, I'll be fine."

      It's not fine. But at least I could convince myself, right?

     "Okay sweetie. It's your choice. But if you want.....", she winked "Don't hesitate". A small smile slipped past my chapped lips. After all, kindness and humanity still exists in the cervices and dark spaces of our existence. People like Marley Wyatt give me hope. Hope that we'll be alright. I know that she could buy another water bottle for all she could care, but I didn't want her to. Don't know why.

    So I sat there. Sweat drenched hands holding a thin sheet of paper, smudged with dirt and over-written words and with my soul and head left in the cafeteria. I would probably start eating the chair for all I could care. Varnish and bleach flared through my nostrils, the pungent smell making me wanna pack up and run back to the cafeteria right now.

    On second thought, that sounds really good...

     The sound of the doorknob rattling woke me up from my thoughts. The principal and biggest narcissist I've ever seen, Mr. Bunns walked into the room. His overused Brut made me want to choke myself. I could literally see the hot-white tube light flickering under his yet-to-be-inexistent hairline. He wore his usual charcoal grey suit which has been with him "since the first day of this educational pilgrimage."  (his words not mine),  made him look like a bastardized Mr.Phil. I was too busy that I didn't see someone trailing behind him. He had the typical white collar aura,gelled up bronze hair, a crisp black suit and a navy blue tie. He looked as perspired as me. He toyed with his cuff links as he babbled, hot on Mr. Bunns heels.