Chapter 2

The overthinking was lessened

Everything was solved

I can trust her truly

I can breathe lightly

I knew she wasn’t bad

As I learned many things from her

Her smile doesn’t seem odd

It seems that she really cares

But a question has occurred to me

I asked myself, "why me?"

Is it because I'm pitiful?

Is it because I'm always in a corner

Just writing like an *sshole?

Tsk. I think I'm slowly adapting to their way of talking. But I'm not frustrated about it. To be honest, I'm quite relieved. I'm relieved that I'm learning.

Should I ask her?

Should I be direct?

Wouldn't it be weird?

To ask such questions?

Am I overthinking again?

Or am I just still uncertain?

I guess I can't avoid this

Was there something I missed?

The real problem is me

Can't I lay low

Be good and be carefree

Am I not, though?

Can't I accept everything

And don't think about anything?

Can't I just expect the unexpected

And forget them when they happen

I sighed hard as I finished my poetry and closed the book and pen. "I'm the issue!" I said, pushing my warm palms against my freezing face. "Whoa! It feels amazing," I said foolishly. I then whimpered like a baby. But, truly, I believe it is about me.

I was staring out the window on my right side once more. I'm deep in thought, oblivious to everything around me. Besides, the instructor who is talking is Miss Lou, and her subject is really boring.

When I heard the word "groupings," I saw them and assumed we were going to perform a group activity. "You can choose your own members," the teacher explained. I got quite concerned. I'm not sure who I should be grouped with.

I looked and checked the other groups. "Lorhen!" Someone called me from behind. He put his arms around me, and then I looked back and saw Jake. "Come on. Join us," he said. I'm actually not happy with this. They would just leave all their work to me. But still, I have no choice. "A-All right," I said hesitantly.

"No!" Someone exclaimed. We looked to where it came from and I saw Mori approaching us. "Join us instead." She said. "They'll just slack off and leave you hangin' alone," she added. She smiled at me, and I also smiled back. She saved me. "Okay," I said, and I went with her. Jake was speechless. "Bleh!" Mori said while teasing him with her tongue.

"Thanks," I said. "I got you." She said

…

The bright days continued

As I keep holding the thread

The thread that she created

The thread that pulled me under the shed

Would the next chapter start

Still with bright lights?

Will the darkness turn into art?

And bring color to my life.

I am very happy

I should be happy

I hope this last forever

I saw the light

Because you became my guide

Or am I just naïve?

Everything could be planned

And I just took the bait

"Is everything an act?"

Is what runs through my head

A thousand of worries

In my head is spinning

Am I just overthinking?

Or could this be fate?

Was everything natural

Wasn’t it an intention

I’m being fractional

My head has an objection

Should I pay no attention

And smile heedlessly?

Should I not overthink

And trust them whole-heartedly?

Ugh! I don't care anymore!

I don't want to keep doubting anymore.

Not everyone is cruel

If she is,

I would really hit her with a shovel

She could be pure

She won't take advantage

I can trust her for sure!

That's what was going through my head. I was filled with anxiety.

I'm always an honor student. Everyone is basically approaching me to take advantage of it. I can't seem to drive them away because I'm a pushover, which I can't seem to overcome. I simply cannot.

"Bro!" yelled a voice from my left side. I looked up to see who it was and noticed that he was heading the same way that I was.

When he came to my desk, he asked, "Can you check my essay?"

"Check" is the term they use to address this kind of need. But it was really "revise." Every time they come for a "check," a revision is the one that is needed.

My poppy expression became solemn. I had no choice. I couldn't refuse. So I took my pen and his paper. I was about to start reading it when someone grabbed it from me and sat behind me reading Grey's work. It was Mori.

"Hey!! You're a wuss, you *sshole." You don't deserve the signature of the almighty Lorhen. " Then she read Grey's essay. "I can't even see your point in this essay." Mori defended me in such a manner that what she said appeared to be a joke and casual conversation.

"You know, I-Hmp! I'll let Mai check it then. " Grey muttered as he picked up his paper and went away.

"You can say no, you know?" Mori said to me. That's when I wondered why it was hard for me to say no when I could just ignore people. That's when I realized that it's not that I had no choice, it's that I only gave myself the one and only choice, and that was to "not to say no."

"Oh, can I?" I replied.

The days continued to pass by. Sadness, happiness, disgust, stupidity All kinds of memories have been made. It slowly occurred to me that I was reaching for the conclusion that I was reaching for. Now I know I can trust her with my heart and soul. She showed me that I could rely on her. She showed me her terrible side, her wonderful side, her dumb side, her adorable side, and she still shows me her sides. telling me that she trusts me, telling me that I'm not alone, encouraging me not to give up, and telling me that I'm important to her. All of these factors helped to alleviate my concerns. All these actions made me feel assured.

"Could she be an angel who God gave and made to be my guide? Or should I refer to her as my friend and keep things as they are? " Ugh!!! I'm overthinking again!

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