Part Three & Four.

I should be running off to the airport right now but I'm sitting here posting instead :P It should put me down that I'm not getting any feedback on the story but I still have a few loyal readers and I'm writing more for myself then anyone else, so here is part three and four since I won't be posting for another few weeks.

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~One by one, everything falls apart.

*I’m not liking the story that much in second view perspective so I’m going to try it out in first person, I’d like to know which one is more interesting, maybe I’ll decide on doing both or just one. If you have any suggestions, please let me know.

I stopped an escaping sob and reminded myself that this was my decision, yes I was going through a rough time and I was hoping the people would be more considerate but everything happening now was a result of my own actions.

I pushed a strand of my honey brown hair behind my ears and went back to placing my books into my bag. I stood up coming face to face with a grey-haired, middle-aged woman.

She had a concerned look on her face and asked me what was wrong.

‘’Nothing..’’ I stopped mid-way and then began to continue, ‘’I knew moving schools wasn’t going to be easy but no-one said it would be this hard’’. With that, I walked away not knowing where my next class was but I wasn’t intending on attending it.

‘’Miss Aaliyah’’, a loud voice boomed through the hallway. I quickly spun around to see my form teacher, Miss Z standing there with a suspicious look on her face.

Miss Z: ‘’You’re not lost, are you?’’
Aaliyah: ‘’Uhmm, Actually I think I am’’.
Miss Z: ‘’Follow me’’.

I gritted my teeth in frustration that I’d have to enter another class filled with those horrible people again.

I entered the class with my eyes placed firmly on the floor. The two blonde girls sitting in the front row doing a head to toe inspection of me didn’t make me feel any better about my choice of clothes or state of appearance.

Miss Z: ‘’Aaliyah seemed to have lost her way again, I’d really appreciate it if one of you would like to help show her around’’.
The class remained silent.

Miss Z (clears throat): ‘’I would REALLY like it if someone volunteered to help her out’’.

I heard a rough voice call out: ‘’Sure miss, I’d like to help out’’. I looked up to see the hazel eyed boy staring at me with a curious look on his face. My expression quickly changed to astonishment as I anticipated why he’d want to help me out.

Miss Z: ‘’Okay Fahad, you are now in charge of showing Aaliyah around school, thank you’’.

I was going to decline but I figured I had nothing to lose, I didn’t know anyone here and by the looks of it, it didn’t look like I was going to make any friends anytime soon so I might like to have some company even if he probably hated me already.

Part Four:

I tapped my pen against the table, counting the minutes till class got over with and I could leave the school grounds.

As I was engrossed in my own world, analyzing the events of the day, I looked up to see Fahad staring at me with a concerned look on his face. I looked back down as I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him and as the bell rang I scurried out of the classroom.

As I was walking onto the courtyard, I felt a pair of strong arms pull me back. I turned around to come face to face with Fahad. He looked at me with that intent look of his and said:

‘I know you’re going through a rough situation right now, but ignoring everyone isn’t going to help you through it’.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes and said:

‘You have no idea what I’m going through right now so you don’t really have the right to judge me. I don’t need any more friends to lose’.

He came closer to me and was about to offer some advice but I pushed past him and kept walking, even though I heard Fahad call my name, till I reached my car and then asked my driver to speed home.

When we neared our house, I literally jumped out of the car and ran into my house. I quickly slammed the door to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I was out of breath and I couldn’t think straight. I just needed to hear her voice.