"Yuna! You're late!" A voice shouts as I sit up on my bed fast. I rush for my phone realising it's on the table. Reaching for it, I fall off my comfy mattress. Despite the painful fall, I manage to get up and open my phone. Mouth wide open, eyes stretched, I gape. "Oh no...8:16 am!" I thought. I have to be at school by 8:30!
I managed to dump on my clothes, leaving my room untidy for now. I steal a toast from the breakfast table, take my school lunch that my mother made me, and rush out my front door shouting goodbye and trying to adjust my bag on to my back, running at the same time.
I manage to make it to my friends who walk with me to school everyday on time. "Hi guys! How are you?"
"Good. You're later than usual," Emma complained. Emma is very organised and doesn't like being late to things, so this is a big no no for her.
Nancy on the other hand only obsesses over her favourite band, "guys, look how hot he is in this picture, he'll definitely win the Grammy's. I know it."
"Great." Isabella said, she's mainly my best friend, "how about we get to highschool before we get in trouble for being late?" She continues. Smiling, she clutches onto my hands, pulling me and begging to walk.
We go to school in England and here, we don't have middle school. We're in year 8 or grade 7 is what you might call it in America. Technically, we're 13.
Once we arrive at school, I immediately notice my crushes bus. I look for him in there but I can never get where he sits. My crush is a Japanese boy and I have to say, he's pretty confusing. One day, he'll text very cutely and keep a conversation, but the next day, he'll come to school as cold as ice. He makes it so damn hard.
I'm a Muslim. Being a Muslim, you keep your distance from boys too. I don't wear a headscarf yet as I'm waiting for University to do that. Why? Because I've heard stories about what older boys at highschools do. From pulling it off their heads, to racism. Until university (when hopefully the boys will mature), I'll keep my life normal.
We head up the stairs, and into our form rooms. Me and Emma are in the same form room but Nancy and Isabella are in the one opposite, where my crush is. I'm somehow just glad he isn't in mine. I could at least breath there. I'm saying this because I got moved to top class, and he's there too. Making my life harder. So, I try to keep my distance and work hard. Which by the way, you can call me a nerd. I guess.
The teacher takes the register, and so does my day begin. Normal as usual, I find English is first on my timetable. I hate English being first! It's so unwelcoming in the morning!
My crush is in that set and it's frustrating, though, I guess you can say I'm preoccupied with his visuals. I focus on lessons a lot, but I do squeeze in a glance at him or two.