Chapter one Drei

"Drei!"

"Drei!"

I snap out of my trance and gaze into the eyes of my homeroom teacher, she had been doing a role call and I zoned out into my thoughts again. "Present" I say for the attendance. She gives me a curt nod with a sympathetic look hidden under her normal mask from being a teacher. I look down at my table and listen to her call the other names.

When she finishes, everyone files out of the class and I continue staring at the books on my desk. By the time I muster the strength to tear my gaze off the table and stand up, everyone had already left the class. I gather my things and make my way to the door. "Drei," my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Validy calls after me. Her eyes held a note of something, was it sympathy? I don't know.

"How are you feeling" she asks,

"I'm fine" I reply, shrugging my bag strap on my shoulder

"Are you sure??" she asks again, with a worried look

and I mentally withdraw from the conversation,

"Yes, yes I am" I say with a cold voice and straight face, she opens her mouth, as if to say something, but clenches her jaw instead. I walk out of the room, not waiting for her to find anything to say, or ask me more questions that I didn't have the mental strength to answer.

How was I feeling??

What was I supposed to answer to that,

I know the direct answer

But telling her won't solve anything, coz there's nothing she could do about it.

How was I supposed to tell my homeroom teacher that no, I wasn't fine. In fact, if anything I was the opposite of 'fine'. If she looked at my face, I'm sure she would have seen how puffy and red my eyes were from crying at home before school. If she could look at my eyes and read the plea in them she would see that I was living my worse life, my body, my head, and my heart all hurt, ached for what exactly?

The opposite of fine.

Yes, my mother was the sole owner of one of the leading companies in the world, yes, I was wearing Dior shoes and a Rolex watch to high school, yes my monthly allowance was enough to pay a year's rent in a comfortable neighborhood, I was rich as fuck, I knew that, but retail therapy doesn't work as much as it did when I was five, what am I saying, it's a state of mind.

My household was a mess, with my younger brother, one wrong sniff away from a substance overdose, my elder brother two hundred kilometers away and refusing to set eyes on my mother and my mother completely neglecting us and our existence, I know her grind is for us, but still.......

So I wasn't fine, but no one asks that question to listen to replies like that.

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I make it to the next class, forgetting to carry the books I needed for first period biology, but it doesn't matter, I was still not going to use it anyway. I proceed to my normal sitting position in the far end of the class at the back and place my bag on my chair. I failed this class last term, along with three more of my subjects, so I had to take it again, and with the way I am going, I think I'm going to warm this seat for another year again. As I'm about to sit down, a girl with glasses stumbles into the class, falling her handful of books in the process. I tilt my head sideways with curiosity, and look at her attractive features, she was beautiful if anything. Small and brunette. She bends to pick up her books that fell and her glasses fall off, but her hands are full, leaving her with no means to pick them off the floor. Seemingly the whole class chuckles at her and I just stare, fascinated at how frustratedly she looks at her pair of glasses laying on the floor. Without thinking and even realizing what I was doing, I was in the front of the class, facing her. I look into those olive pearls of hers and bend over, picking up her glasses and placing them on the bridge of her nose again. By the time I realize where I am and what was going on really, I look at the class and meet the gaze of the other classmates. I clear my throat, and make a beeline straight back to my chair, not giving anyone a second glance.

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