The morning sunbeams peeked through the clouds and cascaded onto my blinds, indicating that it was the morning. I rolled over to check the time on my phone.
6:45 am.
That means I had precisely forty-five minutes until the bus came. The first thing I do every morning is open my window, taking in the fresh morning air. After my short therapeutic session finishes, my typical morning routine begins as I fumble my way to the toilet to brush my teeth and wash my face.
Once I finished getting ready, I headed downstairs for breakfast. The kitchen was an absolute battlefield with mom stirring chocolate chip pancake batter and cutting up fruits at the same time.
"That's a lot of food for just breakfast," I said.
She shook her head in denial. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
With a defeated exhalation, I dug into the pile of food onto the table. Fifteen minutes have passed and I was finally cleaning my last place. My mom wouldn't let me leave the table unless I ate all my food. She was a strong believer in finishing plates to fight against food wastage.
By the time I reached the bus station, the driver was already heading away. I picked up my speed and managed to bang on the side of the bus, signaling the driver to stop. When I walked up to the bus, I felt the stares directed towards me, making me feel uneasy.
I absolutely hated being late. I hate it when people turn and stare, like I was some sort of abnormal creature stumbling into class. That's exactly why I was so obsessive when it came to waking up and leaving at the right time to make sure I wasn't late.
Today wasn't any different, apart from the fact that my mom made a whole feast for breakfast and wouldn't let me leave until I finished my food.
I searched for an empty seat, making my way there and sliding off my bag. As I settled down, I realized that I was completely out of breath and panting like I've just ran a whole marathon. I needed to exercise more often.
My schedule today started with Mathematics, then Spanish, Literature then ending the day off with Science.
The day went by in a flash, mostly with my head buried in my notebook as I hurriedly took notes as the teacher spoke. Everyone seemed to be relaxing, some on their phones, and the rest barely paying any attention.
The sound of the bell filled my ears as Spanish class ended. I made my way to Literature with Ms. Doris Wilson, one of the strictest teachers in the school. Unlike all the other teachers, she didn't have a good list. She treated everyone with the same stern manner and held a strong belief in putting in the effort to receive the desired outcome.
I admired her passion for literature, amazed at how she could speak for hours and highlight so much meaning from just a simple text. Ms. Wilson cut my thoughts short as she cleared her throat. I looked up, appalled that she had called me out.
I lowered my face to hide from all glances directed towards me, praying that this nightmare would be over soon.
She points at the question on the board then turns back to me, one eyebrow raised and impatiently waiting for me to come up to the board. My body tenses as I gather all the strength I had and stood up.
If there was one thing I feared the most, it was attention. While most people crave for it, I despised it. I never quite understood what gains did being in the center of attention have, apart from pressuring you to be perfect. It all came down to confidence, which as an introvert, I had none of.
As if things weren't bad enough, I hear faint sneers from the front of the room gradually getting louder as I make my way up. It was the group of jocks, whispering to each other. I felt self-conscious, positive that they were talking about me. Panic filmed over my vision as I try to look away, avoiding as much eye contact as possible.
My suspicions were confirmed when I heard a voice groan. "Anytime now."
I pressed my lips together as I mentally curse myself for being so shy and weak. Ethan Morrison nudged the guy and told him to shut it, which made my stomach twist in knots. For the Captain of the football team and the most popular guy in school, he was awfully humble.
It seemed like forever until I made it to the board. The pen was shaking in my hand, but I somehow managed to scribble down the answer. I whipped around and sprinted back to my seat, making eye contact with Ethan on the way back.
Ms. Wilson checked the answer, and her lips curled upwards, satisfied with my response. "Please pay attention next time."
I sink in my seat while she continues her lecture.
Finally, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to calm down, forcing myself to breathe in and out slowly. Not long later, the bell rang, and immediately, everyone stood up and packed their things.
"We'll continue next class," Ms. Wilson says before wiping the board clean.
I put my books into the bag and headed out of the room. Three minutes later, I was in the canteen and lining up for the food. A tap on my shoulders startled me as I turned around to see Leah widely grinning at me. For a Monday, she was definitely excited.
We sat on our usual table on the side of the cafeteria. For as long as I could remember, this had always been the one that we sat at. The table in the middle, right at the center of attention, was reserved for the popular kids, meaning the jock and cheerleaders.
"How was Ms. Wilson's class?" Leah chirped, placing her tray onto the table.
"Horrible, she made me come to write on the board."
"You mean she called you out?" Leah jokingly gasped, pretending like it was the worst thing ever. Of course, she wouldn't understand the horror of having twenty pairs of eyes simultaneously looking at you. I could only wish to have a fraction of her confidence.
Her lips twitched into a small grin as I shot her a look. "I can't believe Maya Connors, the girl with straight A's, got called out for misbehaving."
"I wasn't misbehaving, just daydreaming."
"And not taking notes?" She opened her mouth slightly, "that's a crime in your world!"
"I'm not kidding. It was dreadful, the jocks were laughing at me," I informed her, frowning.
"God, during times like this makes me wish I was in your class to shut those dickheads up."
This was why I loved her. She was always there for me, as my protector. And that made me extremely happy.
"Well, Ethan did tell them them to shut it," I said, my mind replaying the moment over and over again.
"He's a nincompoop," Leah said, popping the p.
I laughed, amused by her choice of word. God, she was weird.
"Yeah, a very cute nincompoop," I explained, glancing over my shoulders. Thank God, nobody heard me.
I looked around the cafeteria, my gaze automatically darting towards Ethan's crowded table. There was a mixture of cheerleaders and jocks, but my attention was solely on Ethan. He looked effortlessly handsome as he sat on top of the table, his legs rested on the bench. He was joking around with the boys, occasionally smiling, which revealed his cute pair of dimples.
Leah caught me staring at their table as she rolled her eyes at me. "They're all full of themselves. I bet when they wake up, the first thing they do is check in the mirror to see how good looking they are."
Probably not Ethan, I thought to myself. He wasn't like the rest of them.
Why was I defending someone that I didn't even know? Better yet, he probably didn't even know my name. Instead of protesting, I stayed silent to stop any further discussions about this topic.
The last thing I needed was to talk more about some meaningless action of Ethan's. He probably just felt bad that a shy girl was getting picked on so being the nice guy he is, he told his friends to stop.
She watched me like I was a puzzle, but I wasn't even thinking that much. Was I?
"So, are you going on that trip to Europe?" Leah asked, placing her elbows onto the table and eating her sandwich.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I haven't decided."
That was a lie, I didn't have any intentions of going, but I wasn't going to tell her that. If I did, I'd never hear the end of it. Ever since the announcement of the trip, she hasn't stopped pestering me about it.
She tilted her head and looked at me like I was crazy. "It's your Senior year. You have to go!"
I gave her an apologetic smile, hoping that she would let it go, but she didn't.
"It's the very last trip we're going to have together, you can't just leave me with a bunch of people that I hate," she continues.
"I'll think about it."
"There's no need to think, and you don't have an option. You have to go, Maya!" She whines.
I let out a single laugh hearing how desperate she was for me to go, slightly feeling bad about leaving her alone, especially on our very last trip. If it were any other year, she would have blatantly shrugged the idea off, but seeing her this determined to get me to go makes me think that she wasn't going to change her mind any time soon.
But I really didn't think it was a good idea to go on a trip with a bunch of people I didn't even know. Leah usually wouldn't either, but since it was our last year, she was convinced that this trip was vital and that if we didn't go, it would be the end of the world.
Despite claiming that she hated everyone in this school and wasn't afraid to show it, she got along with people pretty easily. Maybe it was her naturally cheering demeanor that allowed people to approach her openly. Me, on the other hand, I preferred to stay quiet and unnoticed. I wouldn't be surprised if someone bumped into me in the hallway, saying that they didn't see me. It's partially one of the reasons why we were best friends. As my polar opposite, she's like the cream to my coffee.
I threw my hands up in defeat, knowing that this debate would never end unless I agreed to her. "Alright, I'll go!"
There are two important things to know about Leah. One, she was crazy, in a good way. Sometimes. And two, she never takes no for an answer.
A self-satisfied smile spread across her face knowing that she has once again won.
Almost ten minutes passed, and I've lost track of what Leah was ranting on about. I knew she was planning about the trip, but other than that, I was completely clueless.
Seeing how ecstatic she was about this trip made me scared to disappoint her. I haven't even asked my parents for permission, yet I already agreed to go with Leah.
The bell rang, and I sent a wave goodbye at her, heading to my last class of the day. It went by quicker than I thought, and before I knew it, the tiring day was finally over.
I made my way onto the bus, feeling happy that there were still empty seats in the front. I hated sitting at the back. It was where all the loud people were.
Upon arriving home, the delightful smell of food rewarded my nose as the sound of chopping filled my ears. I walked into the kitchen, the sight of my mom with a floral apron tied around her waist and peaceful piano music playing in the background.
She looks up and smiles at me, putting her knife down to kiss me on the forehead.
"How was school?" She asked, going back to cutting up the vegetables.
"Same old, same old," I forced a smile. I didn't know how to ask her about the trip, which ultimately made me more nervous.
"You must be tired, go rest. Dinner's ready in an hour."
I walked up to the stairs and threw my bag onto the floor, immediately jumping onto my bed. I unhooked my bra before taking it off, letting the breeze and freeness that my chest felt sink in. I swear, nothing feels as good as taking your bra off at the end of the day.
Time passed by quickly as I spent the remaining hour scrolling through I*******m and watching YouTube videos. My mom's voice hollered from downstairs once dinner was ready.
As everyone got seated at the table, we said our blessings before digging in.
"Thank you for the delicious meal, honey," my dad directed to my mom as she sent him a smile in response.
He then turned to look at me. "Tell me about your day, Maya."
"Well, I almost missed my bus, but thankfully I didn't. Then I went to classes, and now I'm home," I tried to summarize my day as short as I could, leaving out the important details about the trip to Europe.
We all ate in silence, and I can't help but shove all the food down my throat, finishing it significantly earlier than my parents.
"Is everything okay?" My mom asked.
This was it. It was now or never. I couldn't delay it any longer.
"I've been meaning to ask you," I played with the edge of my shirt, "so there's this school trip to Europe."
"Europe?" My dad's eyebrows raised slightly. I could tell he was already concerned.
My mom jumped in, thankfully. "Let her speak."
"It's my final year, and Leah really wants me to go on this trip with her. There's going to be about twenty people going, and a teacher accompanying us."
"Which teacher?"
"Ms. Wilson, our literature teacher."
"What is the trip for?"
"Well, we're studying a book called A Movable Feast by Ernest Hemingway which is set in Paris, and there's a series of sceneries in the book that we'll visit during the trip."
"I mean, since it's your final year, I'm sure a trip to Europe wouldn't hurt," My mom said. My dad was about to open his mouth to ask more questions, but my mom cuts him off, diverting the topic.
"If you're done eating, put your dish in the sink. I'll wash them later."
I nodded and picked up my dish quickly, leaving the table before my dad could say anything. Walking up to my room, a burst of excitement was filling my body as I immediately picked up my phone and called Leah. After a few rings, she picked up.
"Hey girl," she said.
"Guess what?"
"I just asked my parents if I could go," I said.
"And?" Leah exclaimed eagerly.
"And they said yes!" I yelled through the phone.
"Oh my god!" Leah screamed, "it's official, we're going!"
Maya's P.O.VAfter I told Leah that I could go, she made it a tradition to talk about the trip every lunchtime, or realistically, any time she could. When she managed to convince me, it was about over a month until the trip. But before I knew it, time flashes right in front of me as I prepare to head to the auditorium for the final meeting before the actual event.We walked into the auditorium to realize that nobody was here. The room was pitch black. It didn't surprise me that we were the only ones here as we were always punctual. Well, most of the time.Putting our bags on the floor, we got comfortable in our seats before pulling out our sandwiches. A couple of minutes later, a group of people walked in, and nosiness filled the room. I frowned at Leah, wringing my hands together. She knew I didn't do so well in big crowds, so she held out her hand as a sign of reassurance.When we heard the sound of Ms. Wilson's voice enter the room, both of our eyes widened as we hurriedly shoved t
Maya's P.O.VI didn't even need an alarm to wake me up. As soon as I felt the slightest hint of sunlight shine through my curtains, my eyes were already wide open. If it were any other Monday, I would have groaned and rolled back to bed, but today wasn't just any other Monday. Today is our trip to Europe.Sliding off the bed, I skipped my typical morning routine and headed straight to the bathroom. There wasn't any time to mess around. I half-curled the ends of my hair and changed into some comfy sweatpants and a v-neck shirt.I was, without a doubt, the most forgetful person in the world, which meant I had to double-check everything before I left the house. Rummaging inside my suitcase and mentally ticking off all the things I needed, after feeling satisfied, I went down to the kitchen for the most important meal of the day.I poured some coffee from the counter and checked my phone.Eighteen unread messages from Leah.Apart from reading the very first message she sent at 4 am saying
300. 301. 302. 303. 304.After Leah swiped the card, it made an electronic beeping sound. I ushered her inside and followed her inside the room. We threw out suitcases to the side.Leah sat on the edge of the bed."God, that was almost fourteen hours of traveling.""To be fair, we slept for the whole 11-hour plane ride."One of the first things I did was set a timer for 6 am. Despite knowing we had to meet at seven, I definitely did not want to be late, especially after seeing Ms. Wilson's angry outburst to Leighton. I fell into bed a short time later, my mind fading out to the sound of Leah's voice rambling about how excited she was to go to our very first destination of the trip.As soon as I heard the high-pitch sound coming from my phone, I woke up briefly, feeling disoriented. I blearily raised my head, my eyes checking the time. 6:00 am. I called Leah and told her to wake up, but all I received was a silent groan as she turned around with her back facing me. She snuggled into he
Maya's P.O.VAlessandro leads us across the road and into a narrow lane. About a hundred meters in, he stops in front of an Italian restaurant called Mama Leones.The building was a shade of brick red with a few cracks on the wall. Must've been an old place. The place was wide and open, not crowded tourists or anything. On the other end of the restaurant, there was a small garden. It was beautiful. Clusters of daisies were peeping through both sides of the fence, and the sun was shining through the trees. There was a welcoming of scents in the air as we walked inside.I stood and gazed at the building before me in awe. It radiated a warm feeling that made it seem like you were eating at home.The room was split into two big tables of eight chairs. Everyone moved steadily around the room and took their seats while I stayed standing and hesitating. Unlike the rest, I didn't have any friends here while everyone had their individual groups.I decided to wait for all the seats to be taken
To say I didn't think much about what Ethan said was a lie because I thought long and hard about it. No matter how hard I tried not to, I just couldn't. I was definitely becoming crazy. Replaying and evaluating his every move and searching for small signals.After we finished lunch, we went back to the hotel for some free time. Once again, I sat alone on the bus. But this time, every time I was caught staring at the buildings that we passed, Ethan would occasionally give me friendly grins as our eyes met.Leighton hesitated at first but decided to sit next to Ethan, even after his sudden outburst. She apologized with a pout, and he said it was okay — it wasn't — but I wasn't going to say that out loud. I mentally curse at Ethan for being way too kind and forgiving her way too quickly.I was currently sitting alone in the lobby, waiting for Leah to come back. The bright light in the room acted as the perfect reading light as I tried to escape the loneliness by burying myself in Gone wi
Maya's P.O.V"Does everyone know which role they're playing?" Gabe asked.He was also part of the football team, playing as the left tackle. His job was to protect the quarterback's blindside, which was Ethan, to prevent him from getting tackled. Being almost 6'5" tall, everyone referred to him as the mountain.His hair was an unusual mix between a light brown and dirty blonde, slightly ruffled, but he didn't look like he cared. Gabe was reasonably quiet compared to the rest of the team, always did his own thing and minded his own business. He was one of the bearable ones."We can't win if our team is unsynchronized. Everyone needs to know precisely what they're doing." He repeats.The team nods as he goes over the roles of each person again, probably for the fifth time now. Once he's done, he huddles us close together for a final pep talk before the real thing begins."The New England Patriots wouldn't have been able to win so many games if their team didn't know what they were doing
Maya's P.O.VIt was currently two in the morning, and I was standing by the balcony, watching the glint of starlight and the radiating moonlight. Nobody was here to accompany me, not even the wind. The streets were quiet and empty, and not a single person was outside. Damn, this is what loneliness must feel like.here were a lot of things I enjoyed doing alone, such as reading, listening to music, or going to the park. But despite my introversion, this very moment made me realize that although I liked being alone, I don't fancy being lonely.The only sounds that filled my eyes were the sound of chirping crickets. It was like they were mocking me because even they had someone to accompany them. Leah was fast asleep after spending hours comforting me. I found it quite amazing that I didn't even have to tell her that something bad happened. Just with one look at my face, she could automatically tell that something was off.I was too busy crying to remember what she said to me accurately,
Maya's P.O.VOnce our curfew was up, Ms. Wilson came by all of our rooms to check on us before wishing us goodnight. We both pretended to lie in our beds with our pajamas, telling her to turn off the light to make it seem like we were going to sleep.As the door shuts, my eyes go wide open as Leah hops off her bed.I had spent hours going over in my mind about my outfit choices, wondering if the night of freedom was worth the risk of being caught. As the goody-two-shoes I am, breaking the rules was a big no-no for me.I knew people judged me for being the way I am, but it was nothing new. It bugged me at first, but Leah would tell me to ignore any opinions that didn't come from someone who cares about you. At this point, I've gotten used to the constant criticism and was now letting it roll off my shoulder. Not like I needed that negativity in my life anyways. As they say, misery loves company.Digging through my suitcase to find something appropriate to wear, I mentally cursed at mys