Prologue (English Lit SL)

“Sit wherever you like.” The teacher informed

You had no clue how to accomplish that due to the fact that you are the first person
to grace the empty classroom with your presence, leading you to wonder which
table your friends are going to end up sitting at. But what can you do? You didn’t
want to scare the living daylights out of your teacher and stand there like some
eccentric free spirit; that's definitely not the outcome you want. So you end up
choosing the seat at the back of the class because the assumption you came up with
(for now) was that your friends usually choose the table at the back of the class, so
you're safe, you can sure survive an apocalypse there. You think to yourself
whether your friends will sit here. Maybe not; maybe yes; maybe they aren’t even
at school. Wait, how could you miss your first day of school? Is that even possible?
(Unless you're out of the country, then it would've been understandable, but what
could you be doing there for this long? Oh yeah, Netflix and snow exist.)

You wonder for a few minutes, leaning the side of your face on your loose fist, but
then you realize you haven’t gotten sufficient hours of sleep as your eyes begin to
squint instantaneously, trying to block out the noise deriving from peculiar
students walking into the room. And before you knew it, the class was full of
unfamiliar individuals sitting at other tables from the left and the right. You turn
your head around the classroom, searching for your buddies. But there were none.
You began to mentally beat yourself up, supposing that you have successfully
experienced two possibilities you feared the most, which is either one: walking into
the wrong classroom, or two: your friends aren’t in the same classroom as you.
You didn’t know which one of them was worse, but you were praying it wasn’t the
latter because it was very well known by every school you have attended that you
weren’t sociable. Sure is something to be infamous about. Anyway, back to the
story, there you have it! Your biggest nightmare comes to a head on your first day!
It's definitely going to be a memorable, that’s for sure.

But then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You flinched and turned your head
toward the source. Then all your fears disappeared, like most of the likeable
characters in Harry Potter. Alright, that’s a little depressing in comparison to the
situation at hand right now; because it was your mother standing there. Ready to
pick you up and leave this extremely unpleasant place forever and ever, never to
come back again. But then you shook your head, and the image of your mother
began to fade; instead, it was the teacher smiling at you, trying to grab your
attention by waving to hand you a worksheet. “For homework, please complete it
by 11:59 p.m, no late submissions.”
You raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Are you really going to check the submission
right after midnight?”

“Being an insomniac definitely has its ups and downs, you know.” She answered
with a slight shrug.

“Relatable.” You nodded.

“Right? It’s like being the only owl in your entire family, and you just stay up
staring at the ceiling like some maniac.”

“You know what helps? Listen to Bon Iver; his music is like it’s sent from the
heavens.”

“He’s great; I loved Rosyln, and For Emma, you have good taste. Oh, I I’ve read
this book before.” She picked up your Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
that was placed on the table in front of you.

“A little boring, but I got the hang of it.”

“Did you watch the film?”

“Yes, oh my goodness, sad, but an absolute masterpiece, but I didn’t like—”

“The actress as Kya?”

You nodded. “She didn’t look too realistic for the role.”

“Come to think of it, that’s quite true, I imagined she’d look a lot more different
for a marsh girl.”

“But overall, definitely a good watch.”

You never thought that you’d discover a stark fact such as being able to relate to a
teacher just by the first day and absolutely loving her. Who needs friends anyway
when you have the most important person in a classroom?