Abigail: Day 1 (I'm alive)

I sat on the second bench because last wasn't preferable, first was deniable, third was occupied.

It was a math lecture. I wasn't a math person, like; they claim it's playing with figures but I don't even have friends to play with and I don't even enjoy playing, be it with numbers or humans.

I received a text message from Mom, it read

- "Hey, sweetheart! Wanted to inform you that you have a consulting session with Sarah today and I'll be coming to pick you up after school until then, be a good student :)"

She saw me. I knew this would happen. It wasn't surprising. I was just agitated that now I'll see Sarah often and she will ask me questions and make me feel like I don't deserve to live an ordinary life. 'I'm not normal ' will reiterate in my head again.

Molly came as soon as the bell rang, at the same time. She squatted on the second last bench in the same row because our principle was that if ever a situation like this occurs then, the first bench is deniable and the last bench is preferable. She saw me and signaled me by moving her hand towards the second last bench so I know or maybe because I was looking at her, WHATEVER.

I was not ready to see Ms. Lily's face on the very first day and that too in the first lecture.

She entered. She wore a pink striped piece with a black button-down skirt, side partitioned dark blonde hair and glasses that were thin and black.

"Good morning!" She greeted.

Sometimes I doubted if she was a math teacher or an exemplar. No matter what's happening, you would always see her adorned and with side partitioned hair.

She parted her glossed lips to say something but was interrupted by someone. Latecomer, I guess.

There are two types of latecomers:

a. Actual latecomers.

b. I-want-to-disturb-the-class latecomers

I didn't even try to guess which one this would be until I saw his face, the same face. He was heaving, one palm on the door for support, which he just flung open and smacked against the wall. He was diaphoretic, his clothes were drenched, sweat was dripping off his cheeks, forehead, temples. It seemed like he ran a marathon. His hair over his eyes, this time I tried more to pay less attention to his deep-brown eyes and instead started looking at his clothes.

He wore a white t-shirt that said 'sublime' in block letters with paired black jeans, ripped jeans and a bluish bag with a ring in the index finger of his left hand. My eyes wanted to move and look into his, study them, more immensely this time. His eyes told something, a melancholic story. They were esoteric, he was esoteric.

"I'm sorry."

That's all he said, and that's the only words I've heard from him, first in the hallway and now when he is late. I already knew what Miss Lily would say, it was like, I knew her very well, all her actions.

'Famous people make their way at the end...' is what I thought she would say but this time she was calm, mild as if she knew who he was, her blank expression was supplanted by a grin.

"Come, sit," she said while pointing at the very first bench, the bench in front of me.

"What? Is this happening? Did she change? How can a summer break change a person? That too Ms. Lily?" I thought. I was dazed, aghast at her mildness.

"Wait! Won't you introduce yourself?" Ms. Lily asked. You can still see the grin on her face.

He shook his head, his mild expression never left his face, they never changed.

"Well, okay. If you feel comfortable, talk to them during the break?"

He nodded.

Why can't he speak? why is he so quiet?𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎? He is... charming? 𝒀𝒆𝒔. Just like the word on his t-shirt?

𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆.

My thoughts and I never failed to converse it's like one of those friendships's where you complete each other's sentences as an example of a good friend and by being a mean friend as well. Who knows when my thoughts will start eating me up?