Introvert

3

'Love is not something you can understand, unlike so many other things. Love is love, and love is as beautiful as poetry.' ~Unknown

||Shyanna||

The second I sit down in my usual place, I feel the dread of the lesson sneak up on me. I find this lesson fun, and a bit of a breather, but it's also too simple. Not to mention we're studying haikus at the moment, and I have been writing them for seven years now. So, no, I cannot find anything to find lovely in this lesson besides the fact I have an hour to waste, but that is my own opinion, and I keep those to myself.

Two minutes after my butt hits the chair, my teacher walks in, always late. He is not the latest, though, for there are other people who are yet to appear. Niall is one of them.

With his name in my head, I feel like I'm short-circuiting, as if I am a piece of broken machinery that only he has the final bolt to. As if I am incomplete without a boy I have had only one full conversation with. I hate it, I hate it more than anything, because my own happiness does not stem from him. It stems from myself, which is why sometimes my days are grey, because everything seems hopeless in that moment, and I cannot conjure up sun without the help of the universe. But I do not need his help, because he is Niall Horan and I am Shyanna Rockley, and I am better than a girl who needs love to remain stable. Not that those people aren't good, it just seems weird to me.

"Okay, class, today we'll create some of our own haikus." General mumblings of anger grow and flood the room, and I roll my eyes because they aren't hard at all. "As we know, the style is of five syllables on the first line, seven on the second, and five on the last." Mathers glares at us, the token English teacher. I actually like him, because he is one of the few people who ever takes my poetry seriously. 

I glance around at the same time Mr Mathers does, and find that Niall isn't here yet. Normally he's one of the earliest, the type of guy to hang around and talk before the lessons. But he's late, which is weird. Not that I care. Like, at all. Okay, maybe I care a little bit. Have I irritated him that much that he stayed off the last lesson of the day?

"...your aim of this lesson is to write ten haikus on the subject of your choice. You have fifty five minutes." Mathers says, and I smile softly before beginning to scribble in my book.

Two minutes later, the door flushes open and Niall steps in, cheeks red with cold, eyes flicking to Mr Mathers with a nod. "Sorry I'm late, sir. I felt ill and had to stop walking." It's the oldest excuse in the book, but Mathers is a trusting guy, and just waves his hand towards the space Niall sits in, two chairs away from me.

Love is agony

Within a certain time frame

So hug me stupid.

My life is but a

Dream, so please don't run away

I am not silent.

I am hell on earth

Step back before you get burned

I am lucifer.

My life is hopeless

Without you in it so please

Come back from the dead.

Your heart is no joke

And neither is mine so please

Leave it alone now.

What keeps me alive

Does not keep me strong, you tool

You're a hopeless fool.