Diary… it's been a while since I last wrote. I suppose I should be glad that I'm in Greenfield High School, but nothing can ever compare to St. Convent High School.
I miss my old self… my old school… and even my friends.
They are probably in PHE class now, laughing and talking like nothing ever changed.
Sometimes I wonder if they think about me… or if I've already become just a distant memory to them.
I think I was deep in thoughts today… no, I was definitely deep in thoughts, because I didn't even notice when someone called my name.
That voice pulled me back to reality.
I blinked and there he was.
Daniel.
The new friend I met in this school. He looked at me for a while before I even realized he had been observing me.
"I called you twice," he said softly.
"Oh… sorry," I replied quickly. "I didn't hear you."
But that wasn't the full truth.
I heard him… I just wasn't present. My mind was somewhere else,somewhere I try very hard not to return to. A place filled with memories I keep buried deep inside me.
He studied me for a moment, as though he wanted to ask more questions but decided against it.
"You've been distant lately," he said instead.
I hesitated. "Just… adjusting."
He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push further.
For a moment, silence settled between us… not the peaceful kind, but the kind that carries unspoken thoughts.
Then I finally asked, "Why did you call me?"
Before he could answer, another voice interrupted.
"Precious, let's go to the math class."
I turned slightly.
Daniel stood there, staring at us.Something about the way he spoke felt strange… almost like he was claiming ownership I guess I'm his girlfriend after all.
I frowned but said nothing.
And just like that, I followed him quietly.
And I don't know why I did.
Or maybe… I just didn't want to be alone with my thoughts anymore.
This wasn't normal.
Not the way he looked at me…
Not the way he suddenly appeared in my silence…
And definitely not the way my heart felt uneasy for no reason.
I regret saying yes.
Stupid me… I thought silently.
The classroom was already filled with noise when we entered. Chalk dust lingered in the air, and the sound of students settling into their seats echoed around the room.
At the front stood Mr. Alex, the mathematics teacher. His presence alone was enough to make the room quieter almost instantly.
"Take your seats," he said firmly, adjusting his glasses.
I sat down slowly, still feeling unsettled.
But even as I tried to focus on the board… I couldn't.
Something felt wrong.
Not in the classroom… not in the lesson…
But inside me.
Like something was waiting. Watching.
And I had no idea what it was yet.