I scribbled down some words that I may find helpful while writing my poems during my spare time, am a writer of poems about nature and short stories. after lunch in the cafeteria, I felt many eyes staring at me like they were spy's, on getting to my locker to drop somethings and collect a few books,
Charlie, Daniels closest friend stopped by my locker, stared at me for straight 10 seconds, made a statement which I couldn't make out, but am sure I heard something like " you don't belong to his clique ",
I turned to face him and he was walking away, I turned back to my locker and shook my head in disbelief at what I just heard, who the hell does he think he is anyway, and what clique is he talking about,
I stood beside my locker pondering on what I just heard from Charlie's mouth, that I didn't even realize when Grace walked up to me with a confused look, Shima are you okay you seem lost or something, you remember Charlie I asked, yes, the guy we attended his party last Saturday, what about him she asked curiously, nothing I shrugged, it doesn't seem like anything, I saw him standing there a few seconds ago, what was that all about,
the same thing I was just asking myself, he said something I couldn't grab, but I heard something like "you don't belong to his clique" Grace looked at me, I stared at her confused, hmm I think he might be talking about Daniel, his clique, and what about him I asked, Grace, shook her head like am a dummy, don't you get it, Daniel has been all over you lately moreover his Charlie's friend too, maybe Charlie feels like your not Daniels type of people, you know they are from wealthy families, and we are average, well get over It, that's his headache, his too full of himself, but be careful with Daniel, who knows what he might have told his friends about you.
ya thank you, now everything seems to be making sense, by the way, I never threw myself at Daniel, he asked if we could be friends, not the other way round, just be careful around him Grace said as we walked towards our next and last class for the day.
we got into the class, Daniel was already seated, I tried to pretend he's not there and just mind my own business cause I hate drama.
Daniel turned back and looked at me with his eyebrow raised,l shifted my gaze to the teacher like nothing happened, after class I started packing my books to get going when I heard someone's voice,
hey sup, Daniel said, hi I replied are you okay he asked concerned,
ya sure am good, any p. I asked, no just checking on you, since when I almost shouted, surprised by my outburst, I took a deep breath to calm myself down, am going home, I said and walked out,
I took the bus this time, I needed to think I didn't even understand why I reacted the way I did a few minutes ago, is it the fact I don't come from a wealthy home,
or I come from an average family and I never saw anything wrong about it or is it the fact that an asshole confronted me about minding my clique. I still can't place my finger on what's giving me a mood swing at the moment,
I just want to be left alone.
In the night, I brought out my poem journal to try and put something down, am writing about the sea,
Sea
Laced in bright blue with edges
Unseamed
I wish to explore, I wish to sin
With ears hungry, eyes anxious
I face this beauty
as growth does a teen,
Rising to the dawn
Beholding the beach,
The untrimmed beauty of the lawns
I watched the waves roll,
Reach its depth
Fascinated by the aquatic creatures of its kin
By noon, its surrounded by the siege of
rainbow cranes,
Dawn comes when the beach is peace
and quiet.
my phone rang as Immediately I finished the poem, it was Daniel, I ignored the call, I will make up a story about why I didn't pick whenever he asks.