𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
"𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦..."
The clouds had settled, and birds sprinkled the gray skies as the wind howled, letting the trees dance with them. Even with such a murky sky, the houses were full of swing with music and ongoing festivities. Amidst the partying sat a girl in her room, her fingers resting on the keyboard of her computer; she loved a good party, but not when there was a deadline she had yet to complete.
Music thrummed downstairs; it was a great song that played. If only school didn't love her this much, she sighed and rubbed her forehead. She tapped away on her computer, trying to finish part of it today and worry about the rest later. Yet there was no sign of progress on the document, just a history of deleting, rewriting, and some more deleting. Even at a young age, she wanted to write her experiences and just genuinely anything, kind of like a journal but instead, we'd call it "a diary".
Honestly, everyone had one at some point in their life and after a certain age; you clean your room and find one of those diaries laying around you pick it up to look. Wincing at the child you were, at the words you wrote, at the content in those pages you kept so dearly - or just for fun - with you. It sometimes feels like something out of a comic book, but what happens when you start to realize that those feelings you had back then can resurface with more in-depth now?
She rolled her shoulders back, all this thinking hurt, not physically, not mentally, she couldn't put her finger on how that feeling of hurt felt like. It'd been two weeks since school had started and she had been quite social with everyone, everyone? Well maybe except for one person, or two, or three...
A small knock on the closed door interrupted her spiraling thoughts, "yes?" she spoke, sitting upright.
"It's me, sweetie, we're all going to start serving the food," a subtle voice demanded from the other side. "You better wrap up the sentence you're on and join us downstairs," continued the female voice.
She ran her hand through her tangled hair, "Alright, I'll be there in a minute, Mom," she quickly finished typing her last sentence down and opened the door. The sound of music was now way louder as she trudged downstairs to occupy the bathroom and fix the birdnest she called her hair. It was irritating to deal with all that hair, sometimes she wished she could just cut all of it off, but there was a problem with that, she liked the idea of growing out her hair. Her outfit looked alright, a simple pink and white hoodie with beige cargo jeans, it complimented her very well.
Looks aside she felt pretty confident in herself, these kinds of parties were parties she didn't quite look forward to because of the lack of parental authority parents had on their children, instead, all the teenagers were assigned the job of taking care of them. The other types of parties that she found rather annoying were the ones hosted by organizations for teenagers to buy tickets to and get wasted by. Those parties are only good for getting hooked up or if you want to get drunk or high, and she was interested in neither.
She opened the bathroom door to be welcomed by a group of aunties, "look at you! All grown up!" One of them said pinching her cheeks, she winced lightly before lightly pulling away from the woman.
"Glad to see you too, Auntie," she smiled forcefully before disappearing back into the crowd in search of her mother. To her delight, it did not take her long since her mother was quite the extrovert and everyone's favorite. "Mom!"
"Zahrah! There you are, some of us were beginning to wonder if you'd ever leave that room," she joked, smiling at her daughter who frowned. The people listening laughed with her mother as small conversations broke out separating the crowd from Zahrah and her mother once more. "What is it?" Her mother asked her, tilting her head to the side.
"Food..?" She questioned, trying to hide her smile. Her mother rolled her eyes, what more did she expect? Zahrah was called down for food, that is precisely why she was here.
"Of course, here, here," her mother dragged her to the kitchen counter where rows and rows of food were displayed for people to take and eat as they pleased. With cutlery in the front, her mother guided her through the food that was given and told her to take a little bit of everything. After doing as she was told Zahrah made her way back upstairs and finally exhaled as if she had just finished taking the biggest exam of her lifetime.
On her plate was a variety of food, from South Indian chicken gravy to her mother's family's favorite grilled corn. She rubbed her hands cheekily before taking a bite of the mouthwatering food. Flavors blossomed into her mouth as the corn's sweetness filled her mouth before the grill spices overtook that.
Zahrah opened her laptop once more only to connect to her headphones and put them on. She always claimed to her friends that life was incomplete without music, especially without artists like; The Weeknd and Tyler, the Creator. Her friends on the other hand didn't agree with her, and even after countless debates on how good 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘯𝘥 is as an artist, she couldn't change her friends' minds about it.
She put on "True Colors" by The Weeknd, before taking another spoonful of the food. The song wasn't something she would listen to if played at a party but by herself. Man, that song was a mood of its own. She lightly swayed her head to his voice as she wrote a little more onto the document.
Her document was supposed to be a recollection of a movie the class started watching on Friday, just a couple of well-informed and well-in-depth notes regarding the characters of the movie. Unfortunately, in her case, Zahrah had not been paying attention to the movie and instead had been playing Fireboy and Watergirl on her computer with one of her friends. Her plate of food was now empty and almost as if one had just taken it out of the dishwasher.
The movie was an old classic called "The Dead Poet's Society" Of course the people in her class weren't so enthusiastic about watching an English movie, in particular this movie. Zahrah on the other hand truly wanted to watch that movie, her Pinterest feed was practically dedicated to that movie and because of that it sparked her curiosity and she wanted to know more.
To her disappointment, during the time the class watched the movie she couldn't focus on the movie because people were shuffling here and there, bags of snacks rustling, and low murmurs of side conversations made her lose interest in watching. Nonetheless, now was not the time to go back and start the movie from the beginning since there was less than half of the movie left, she had to quickly write it down, even though if most of it was based on what she'd seen from her Pinterest it was fairly accurate - in her opinion.
An hour had passed and the laughter and music from downstairs had subsided to a small chatter and quiet background music. Her hanging legs move back and forth with the song playing in her headphones. A small but delicate grin framed her face as she focused on the lyrics, pretty lyrics sung by even prettier people.
It's a beautiful way to express one's emotions, don't you think?