So here begins another day, I was sitting peacefully, novel in hand, mind lost in my own land. I was thinking about the home I could never return to, regretting so much in my life. I was thinking about, about all those days, I murdered people in cold blood, those days when I muted myself from this world, those days when people reached out to me but Ishut them up. I had been a moron for as long as I could remember. So much had changed, the place I call home, the people I share these moments with, the life I live, the name I have, but deep down I was still a wild dog ready to bite anyone who comes in my way. I could still think of so many ways to kill someone near me, and I doubt, I doubt I would ever hesitate, because hesitation was never an option, it was either me or them. But I am not an assassin any more, my purpose isn't to kill anymore. The one sole purpose I had had been changed, I was given a new life, in a new world, in a new home, with new people and most of all with a new purpose. I truly want to be normal but I don't know how to. Deep down I am still that scared orphan who didn't know which face to put up to be liked. Sometimes I just wanna disappear. Disappear into thin air. Disappear so no one could find me. Erased from everyone's memories. No matter where I am, how I am, what I am, there is this one constant unwavering feeling 'Sometimes I just want to disapp-'
"Move!"
At that moment I was truly in fury, here I was thinking the thoughts I couldn't bear, feeling the emotions I had been trying to forget. And then there is this complete airhead was commanding me to move when I was the one who came here first.
I rolled my eyes. Not liking the unwanted attention I was getting, I quietly moved.
"Have you done the Maths homework."
"Yeah."
"Give it to me, duh!"
"Nuh!" If it was anyone else I would have shared it but him, no way!
"What?"
"You don't get to order me around."
"Give it to me already!"
"Not happening!"
"Whatever!"
He just rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't the one acting mean. I just continued reading. He asked someone else for the work and was copying it like a madman. He wouldn't be able to finish it, Maths happened to be the second period.
"Holy crap! My pen ran out!"
I giggled a little, I mean the way he reacted was as if he was given a death row.
"Pen!"
"Don't you have one?"
"No idiot that is why I am asking you!"
"Say please!"
He turned to the girl behind us.
"Can I have your pen, please?"
"Sure!"
Then he gave me a smirk like he had defeated me. What an complete fool! I ignored him like a normal civilian.
The bell rang, first happened to be Physics class. Our Physics teacher had taken a liking to me, on the other hand he isn't exactly fond of Aarush. He never targeted Aarush but you could tell just by the way he always noticed Aarush not paying attention. He had an eye on the whole class and the other on him. Aarush too didn't like him. So when he saw him walking in he rolled his eyes.
Honestly, no teacher had a good impression of Aarush and every single time the feeling happened to be mutual. Every teacher had their own reasons, our English or class teacher didn't like him because of all the trouble he caused her by being in her class, Physics sir just happened to follow principles, Maths sir well he kinda is never in a good mood, Biology sir was fine until you were submitting your work and our Chemistry teacher well he is our coordinator thus has an responsibility of making Aarush write apology letter (which he never writes well in first try). Every teacher has their own rules which he never abide by, their limits that he tests and most of all the boundaries he always crosses makes them dislike him.
So here I am minding my buisness, solving my question. When I saw our patient teacher walk near my bench with this pissed off expression. I hadn't done anything wrong so he probably wasn't approaching me. He stopped dead in his tracks exactly beside my bench.
"Aaaaarrruushhh.....!"
"Sir!" He stood up.
"Why are you doing Maths work in my class?"
"Sir-"
"Where have you done your Physics work?"
"Sir...."
"Give me the notebook."
He quietly handed it. For once even he was scared.
"Why are you doing your homework that too in another subject class?"
"I am sorry."
"I want your Physics notebook first thing in the lunchbreak."
"Okay sir."
"Out!"
"Sorry sir!"
"Out I said!"
He went out silent and was still a little afraid. Never had I ever seen this gentle teacher so angry. I quietly continued my work.
The bell rang and to my utter sorrow it was Maths period but I am pretty sure somebody else was facing a deeper grief. Yeah, Aarush. Our Maths teacher walked in, something told us he wasn't exactly having a great day, that something was the expression on his face. Today's period will be worse than the rest of the days. Than just for sheer amusement I looked at Aarush, he was writing furiously, trying his best to complete the work, a sad expression on his face. For once I was actually feeling sorry for him, poor him, maybe he had an actual reason for not doing the work, he was doomed anyway. According to this teacher every reason was an excuse, you have to do his homework even when a world War breaks out. Life, family, test, health nothing is as important as his homework.
Aarush spent the whole period standing out just like the previous half, his legs must hurt. I joined him shortly after for not being attentive in the class (I tried my best but all of this is too easy). Being a target student sucks!