61. Mia has a boyfriend.

Mia.

The wind howls as we arrive through the school gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. Friends were greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch while some others stood looking scared or idle. The seniors stood, tall and proud, confidence born of experience.

The halls were dressed in black and white and the tiles were a checker board with humans as the pieces. The whole building sent a chill down my spine and reminded me of something out of my nightmares.

‘I do not want to be here,’ I thought and I wrap my arms around my chilled body; this was the last place I wanted to be. Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid school because, apparently, it is a very important phenomenon, one that you have to do whether or not you like it. And for someone like me who literally had no friends, it was hard to just do a bidding because the society says so, I had even became a pariah because of the fight that I had with the girls who would not leave me alone, I was glad though beca