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I'm late again, but what's new? They will stare again, the teacher will blab again and my mother will cry again. Sorry not sorry. It isn't my fault my soulmate mark is black. So dark. Where no colour shines. It's not my fault. But it's fine, I never wanted anyone. I never needed anyone.
Silent murmurs are filling the empty halls, science, maths, english and what not. I open the door. No murmurs, no nothing. There is only deafening silence.
1...2...3...4...5...
"-yellow conveys the happiness. Van Gogh ate yellow paint to be happy. What does the colour yellow mean to you? This is the essay you will be working on in today's lesson."
Ignored once again. I walk to my seat, at the end of the row. In the corner, far away from everyone else. No one is next to me, no one is in front of me and one is behind me. No one wants to be there or anywhere around me. Sigh. Hmmm. What is yellow to me? Yellow. A sickening yellow. Old, foul, sickly and smelly. That's what yellow reminds me of. While black...
Ahh. What am I doing? What am I doing here? Wasting my sleep to waste their time. My head is resting on the table. It's cold and hard. With writings on it and carvings. 'Nice' words that lull me to sleep... very nice words.
SLAM!
I'm awakened from this loud noise but I don't move. I stay there in the same position, head down and eyes closed.
The door opens. The headmaster is standing there, rigidly, up right and not sparring any glance to the class he steps in. "I have a good news." he announces. "Starting from today we will have a new exchange student from Japan!" There are claps and grunts echoing on the four walls of the small room. Guys are expecting a cute Japanese girl and the girls are expecting an anime boy, and some don't care. My head is still on the table. I don't move because I don't care. I don't need to see the next pair of eyes clouded with judgement and disgust.
Creak. the door is opened wider. Soft steps and silence replace the previous noise. The tension is high. Breaths are held. Heartbeats are stopped.
"Hello, my name is Yuta. I'm from Japan, please take care of me." The words are softly spoken by a sincere and shy voice. There is no arrogance or malice. Girly screams are thrown into the air, shooting question after question.
BANG!
The ruler hits the table roughly. "Silence, silence. Please help Yuta with his korean and Yuta don't hesitate to ask for anything. Go back to the task and concentrate. Yuta, you can sit... there! At the back there are a few unoccupied seats, just choose one and get started on the essay too."
He is coming closer, the chair in front of me is being moved and with a thud he sits down... next to me.
Eyes are focused on me or maybe him. Judgemental eyes. Pitiful eyes. Disgusted eyes. Even the teacher has stopped explaining.
A laugh bubbles inside of me. Poor boy, he is going to regret this. I can feel the unsure aura around him. His eyes glancing around. But surprise surprise, you just made the biggest mistake of your life. Because... unattained things should remain unattained;
I feel a tap on my shoulder. I ignore it. Another tap. I ignore it again. Another tap and no I can't ignore it again, so I sit up and startle the boy next to me. He puts a hand on his chest and breaths and then... laughs?! My emotionless eyes look at him, wait for him to finish but his laugh doesn't end. I can already see the rest of the eyes focused on me, on him again. I look at him once more and get ready to return to my previous position, but a sudden "wait" stops me. I stare at him and he beams at me while stretching his hand towards me. "I'm Yuta, nice to meet you." My eyes move from his smiling face to the hand in front of me, one last look and I turn away. Whispers are already in the air, exclamations of "someone stop him" "what is he doing?". His stare is still on me when a voice of one of the girls tell him, warn him "Don't bother with him. It's better if you stay away from him."
As she is nicely informing him, the bell rings and everyone scurries away to the cafeteria to get a table.