Chapter 1: My dream
Savannah Smith - 05:58 AM
I'm sitting at my desk. Our class currently has a free period so I deicde to get as much homework done as I possibly can. Suddenly, I feel a small paper ball shoot into my neck. I turn around to see who was it that shot it, and boy wasn't I surprised when I saw Zain holding the part of an inner pen that he had broke and was now using to disturb me. I ignore him and continue working.
But then I see him getting up from the cornor of my eye and he walks towards me. He looks over my work, "So you're working?"
I ignore him again, as I was in a serious battle trying to solve a calculus problem that I've been trying with for the past 10 minutes. This time he slaps my book close and grins, "Now you'll give me your attention."
I've had enough! I slammed my hands onto the desk and get up. I got up confidently but as soon as I was standing in front of Zain, I slowly started realising how tall he was compared to me - something I never really took note of. Im about 155cm, which is quite short for the average teenager my age, and he's about 178cm (you can imagine the height difference). But this wasn't going to stop me, not today. I raised my hand, in an action ready to slap him. I was a few inchs away from his face-
Beep-Beep-Beep
"Aghh." I groan as I get up. It was all a dream? "How disappointing." I say as I get out of bed. "Wait. I had a dream about Zain... I dreamt about Zain???" What is the meaning of this? He can't even allow me to sleep in peace. I sigh. He's officially the villain in my life.
After the horrible dream I had (that, by the way, spoiled my entire morning) I finally started making my way to school. I lived about 5 minutes, walking distance away from school, but I still left home early every day. It gave me more time to settle into the school atmosphere and prepare myselfs for the rest of the day. It was summer so the mornings were nice and lovely, unlike the afternoons that scourged with heat and made a person feel as if they were being fried on a hot pan.
I arrive at school and I'm immediately welcomed by my best friend Beatrice. "Hey~ Sav!!!" She attacks me with a giant hug, "I missed you so much!" I look at her and roll my eyes, "We just saw each other yesterday." She locks her arm with mine, "Yesterday was so long ago." And I chuckle. I seriously don't know where Beatrice get's all this energy from. Maybe it's from all the blond hair on her head.
Beatrice was a very pretty girl who had a luxurious flow of luminous blond hair and dark brown eyes that could stare into a person's soul. She also had the perfect body every teenage girl could dream of. She was the exact opposite of me. I had brunette hair and I'm the product of a biracial relationship - my Dad being a white English man and my Mom being a black South African woman - so my skin wasn't very dark, but it wasn't light as well. My body leaned more to the heavier side and not "the perfect body".
When I first came to this school, Beatrice was the only person to approch me, and we've been friends ever since. I couldn't have asked for a better friend than her. And I thought about all of this as we made our way to register class
