Right before my eyes, she stood there looking back at me. I met Emma once again. Although time has passed, she still looks the same. She laughs the same, acts like how she used to, and she still has this intensity to her.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I'm glad to see her again, but some part of me wished to never have. There isn't anything in particular as to why. I just knew the outcome of our encounter. She would pretend we don't know each other or just ignore my existence entirely and I won't be able to bare it. I know this, but I somewhat hope it doesn't turn out that way.
"Ok, tell us about yourself", Mr. Cardenas, our history teacher, said as he pointed for me to go to the front. I looked back at him. He was wearing a suit again. Everyday he would wear a suit as if school were a fancy, elegant reunion.
"Looking sharp as usual, Sir" I compliment him, in my mind of course.
I rose from my chair hesitantly to try and delay my introduction.
"My name is Sirena. In my free time, I mostly stay indoors and watch movies or TV shows. And well....." I turn to face Mr. Cardenas and just stare at him. I guess he got the hint that I didn't know what else to say because he asked "So what are your goals in this class for the school year?"
Feeling pressured on how to respond, I say the first thing that comes to mind, "I don't know. Maybe to not be so lazy in doing the work assigned."
"So you were lazy at your other school last year? Huh, well hope you do better this time. You may take your seat.", he uttered irritated.
Damn, well there went my first impression to the teacher. Now he probably sees me as a lazy bum.
I glanced over to Emma as I took my seat. She didn't even bother to look my way. When it comes to getting my hopes up, one could say I never learn.
Why doesn't she ever look at me or even in my direction?
I feel tired. I put my head down on the desk.
Maybe I really am an idiot like my family says. I chuckle to the thought.
I lift my head to see that the girl next to me is just staring at me curiously. My first year in a new school and now am I not only a lazy bum, but also a weirdo. "That's just fantastic", I said sarcastically under my breath.
I drop my head back down on the desk and turn to look at Emma. For at least a moment, I want to speak with her. I want to know if she forgot about me or did she choose to ignore my existence, just like I thought. I didn't know. Whenever it came to her, I never knew what to do. It was hard enough to read her.
I ask myself, "Why don't you have the balls to go and start a conversation with her?"
"Well first of all, I'm a young lady and secondly...." I couldn't think of anything and my inside-my-head-only conversation came to an end.
Maybe it was my anxiety, because to me she's one of the most intimidating people I know. She doesn't look scary or anything about her appearance. In fact, I think she's kind of attractive.
Her personality is sometimes awful, though. She could smile in your face, then be stabbing you in the back a second later. I guess that's just something about her.
"Why did you decide you want the attention of the two-faced bitch?"
I let out a long sigh and lift my head from the desk as the bell rang for lunch.
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