Song for the chapter- Alan Walker- Sorana/ Lost control.

The song fits in perfectly for this chapter. Also, I listened to it while I was writing.

Here you go.✨

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"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡
𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛
𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟."

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~𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙸𝚁𝙰 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙺~

Principal Blackstone.

I remembered her words, clearly. I left her office a few hours ago. So, it wasn't something I could forget easily.

I have had it. I have had it up to here. I hated the look in her eyes when she stared at me, the disgust I felt. It infuriated me whenever people stared at me like that. Like I was something so fragile that would break if I wasn't monitored properly.

I'm depressed not sick!

I'm not the first teenage girl to be depressed. Why treat me like I'm some Alien? Everyone was obsessing over me to see if I was fine or not. It was starting to get so suffocating.

"Shakira," She called in a motherly tone. I fought the urge to roll my eyes so hard.

"Your mom, she told me everything." She had said. Of course, she did. when has that woman ever minded her business?

"My office is always__

"Thank you, Mrs Blackstone." I cut her off,  harshly, to prevent her from saying her next words. It was a line I knew so well. Heck, I could recite it by heart.

Her brows snapped together, worry etched on her face. She stared at me for a moment before nodding slowly. Her bright demeanour came back up and I nearly rolled my eyes out of their sockets.

I hate bright things!

I blinked repeatedly and squeezed my eyes shut. My hands came up to my temples which I massaged gently.

My head was throbbing so hard due to the noise. At that moment, all I wanted to do was just yell at them and tell them to keep their fucking mouths shut! Geez!

Sadly, I knew better. I have gotten enough attention for the day. I didn't want to add to it by making myself the centre of attention, again.

I hated Pensworth but I'd rather be there than here. At least, I had some quiet time to myself back then. But, here, they were all in my face. How the hell am I supposed to survive an entire session here?

Blue Cove is wack. I'm convinced.

It's just the first day and it's starting to get so tiring. I hated everything about this place. Talk about the irritating side talks, snide comments and hateful glances cast at me by the school girls. 

They reek of malice and pretence. A total turn off and that only infuriated me further. 

Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little but can the day just end already so I can get out of this Godforsaken place?

My seatmate was quiet. I couldn't have been more grateful. Terrible classmates and a talkative seatmate? Not me.

The guy looked so weird with his colourless glasses perched on his nose. 

His hair was styled in two huge cornrows that were styled in a bun at the tip. It made him look like a kid. I could see his eyes through his glasses and they practically looked lifeless. 

"What?" He asked and raised one of his brows at me. I found it so rude. I didn't respond, I merely rolled my eyes at him before hissing through my teeth.

I slammed my locker shut and grabbed my phone, deciding to step out of the class for fresh air. The class suddenly felt so stuffy.

I exhaled in relief once I stepped out of the class. I wrapped my arms around myself and kept on walking till I heard someone call me.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Geez, are you usually this unbothered or are you just pretending not to hear me?" The voice whined in a child-like tone, pulling me back abruptly. I spun around immediately, hoping to give the person a piece of my mind.

My words got stuck in my throat. I felt my anger dissipate into nothing at the sight of her. She was so adorable. Can I keep her?

She had glowing light skin and was about five feet four or so, five feet five tops. Her golden brown full curls were pulled atop her head in a neat bun.

Her black-rimmed glasses rested pretty on her face. I could make out her light brown eyes through it. She had a tiny nose ring perched on her nose. Wrapped in a baggy cardigan, looking like a doll.

I raised my brows lightly, not saying anything but still asking her what she wanted.

She sighed softly and stretched a familiar gold bracelet towards me. I recognized it immediately. It was my bracelet.

She scoffed in disbelief and dropped it in my hands, turning to leave.

"Hey..." I trailed off. I could barely recognise my voice. Weak, strained and groggy. Probably because I haven't used it in days. She halted in her steps and turned to me.

Her eyes softened a little as she planted her hands on her hips. She had a calculating look on her face before sighing deeply.

"Come on, let's get you some food." She said softly, pulling me by the arm toward the cafeteria. 

I wanted to protest against going. But, if this was the only way I get to pay her back for finding my bracelet and handing it over to me, guess it's worth giving it a shot.

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Scrutinizing gazes make me uncomfortable.

I could tell she had her eyes on me the whole time, watching me pick up my fork and drop it.  The sight of the food on my plate makes me want to throw up.

I grabbed the bottle of Coke next to my food and managed to take a sip, still not looking at her, my hands dropped on my thigh, and I was fiddling with my fingers and biting my lips each second.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"She asked, the sadness in her voice was evident, making me exhale tiredly.

I lied and shook my head negatively, barely sparing her a glance.

"I'm Chizaram. You can call me Zee." Her facial expression brightened as she introduced herself. I tapped my short red manicured fingers on the table with a nod.

"Shakira," I responded quietly and she grinned. I finally met her gaze. She had something akin to amusement dancing in her eyes.

I can't do this...

Her gaze made me feel so uncomfortable. Something about it just didn't sit so well with me. I found chirpy people creepy.

I muttered strings of incoherent words under my breath and reached for my phone. I stood up abruptly from the iron chair, it made it screech so loudly.

I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye, I didn't want to see the look on her face. So, I dashed out of the Cafeteria.

I found a restroom quite close to the Cafeteria. I walked in and headed for the sink.

I leaned on the sink and opened the tap. I ran my fingers through the cold liquid that was gushing out and splashed some on my face, heaving a sigh.

A perfect move, Shakira. Now, she'll think you are weird. I chided myself. I unlocked my phone and sighed in relief when I saw it was past lunchtime.

Screw classes. I'm not moving an inch from this place until closing hour. I might as well get comfortable.

A/N

*Chewskolanutaggressively*

Shakira Niniola Malik, our female lead.🌚 Y' all must have figured out that she
was the one in the prologue.

Abi, na me remind una?🌚 No lie, name.🌚

Anyways,😂 I'm so sure you guys have a lot to say about her.🥱 She's a handful. You can tell me all about it in the comment section.😂

Chizaram? What do you guys think about it here? I'm dying to hear your views.🥱

Do well to vote, y'all.♥️

See you guys whenever.✨

Adiós.

Love, Didi.♥️