awa'altu highschool

three

Suggested song to read this to :
Kingston, by Faye Webster

Neteyams 3rd person POV.

As the day dragged on, Neteyam became increasingly exhausted, fighting to stay focused in class. Despite his best efforts, his eyes began to droop, and his head started to nod forward. By the time the final period came around, he was barely keeping himself awake, his body feeling as heavy as a rock. As the final bell rang, the rest of the students immediately jumped up from their seats and began making their way toward the exits, shoving and pushing each other out of the way in a desperate attempt to escape the stuffy classroom. Neteyam, however, made no attempt to join the stampede of body-odor emitting students - specifically those who had gym, choosing instead to stay seated in his seat, waiting for the frenzy to die down. As the chaos faded around him, Neteyam was finally able to relax, letting out a sigh of relief as he stretched out his aching limbs. The day had been long, and he was looking forward to finally being able to go home and rest. He let his head fall back against the chair, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he closed his eyes, ready to embrace the peace and quiet of the night.

Neteyam could have easily drifted off to sleep at that moment, but he knew his siblings were waiting for him. With a resigned sigh, he reached for his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder. His finger slipped smoothly across the screen of his phone and he was momentarily blinded by the sudden glare of the bright light, a flashbang that affected his vision. Neteyam quickly turned down the brightness of the display and unlocked his phone, glancing at the screen for any new messages. But surprisingly, there were none. Sighing again, Neteyam began to type a message to his siblings, telling them where the group should meet. Neteyam walked through the overcrowded hallways, his ears full of the sounds of chatting and whispering. The crowd around him was pushing and shoving, eager to escape the walls of the school building. Once outside, Neteyam was met with a rush of cool air, a welcome change from the sweltering temperatures inside. He took a few deep breathes, enjoying the feeling of the crisp air in his lungs.

After a moment, Neteyam spotted a bench nearby, surrounded by several others that encircled a large planter full of a bunch of fake plants. He made his way over to the bench. As he sat there, Neteyam couldn't help but think about his siblings and what they might be up to. He pulled out his phone, hoping to see a new message from them. There were none. Just as he was about to put his phone away, he heard someone call out to him. "Nate!" Aonung waved, his hand swinging high above his head. Neteyam's eyes quickly shifted to meet his friend's, a small smile coming to his face as Ao' started to walk towards him. "Why are you calling me Nate?" Neteyam asked, his voice sounding slightly amused as Aonung found him alone. "It's just a small nickname," Aonung answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Y'know, trying to make you feel more welcomed. I like how it rolls off the tongue." He smiled, his eyes dancing with amusement as he stood alongside Neteyam. Neteyam laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head. It was funny how he could make something as simple as a nickname into a joke.

"'Nungiee!" called out a voice, one of a boys. Neteyam leaned forward and looked in the sound of the direction, his eyebrow raised, the other one slightly furrowed. Someone familiar seemed to be running full speed in a girl-ish manner, their hands held infront of their chest. Aonung slapped his hand to his forehead, and as his hand slid down his face he grasped it with a strong hold. "Sorry, that-" Aonungs words were cut short by a sudden and forceful shove to his back. He staggered forward, his arms flailing briefly as he desperately grasped for something to hold onto. Rotxo held his back in a hug, allowing Aonung to catch himself before he fell. He let out a frustrated shout as he turned to face his friend. "God DAMN IT Rotxo!" the boys name almost sounding like an angry hiss, Aonungs face a mixture of anger and embarrassment. As Neteyam processed the sight, his eyes widened in shock. He gasped, his mouth open, eyes wide as he tried to make sense of the situation, until he realized Aonung knew the boy who had just body slammed him as one of his best friends, Neteyam couldn't help but chuckle. It was so out of the blue and unexpected, leaving Neteyam with no choice but to laugh. "Uh..." Neteyam murmured, an awkward smile still lingered on his face. Aonung's face contorted as he tried to keep his annoyance hidden, but the anger in his eyes betrayed him. Trying to stifle his frustration, he hissed out a cuss word under his breath, turning away from Rotxo as he tried to calm down. Rotxo, on the other hand, appeared amused, still chuckling at his own actions. Unable to contain his annoyance any longer, Aonung whipped his head around to face Rotxo, giving him a sharp look. "You know I hate it when you act like that," he grumbled, his hands holding his knees.