Published June 3, 2015 by katysoqewl
Okay, so I went to school on Monday and as I entered our block, I had an eerie feeling.. I quickly dismissed the thought, telling myself that I’m just imagining stuff.. I passed by the grade 12 class and waved at whoever was there.. Then it caught my eye… ANOTHER PRESENT.. This one had my name on it… It wasn’t some huge parcel, it looked like just a letter and maybe a chocolate… I took it and headed to the quraan class… I’m not the friend type of person either, so I never had anyone to run to and tell them what had transpired… It was a long day at school having have to put up with fake people and insults and bullies… You know the drill.. Eventually I got home and was quite eager to read the letter… 
I ran to the bathroom, which is my number one priority when I get home and headed to my room to change… But before that I opened the parcel… It was a red Lindt chocolate an a red card… 
Carefully engraved was my name on the envelope.. I opened it and this one was a little more sentimental, nothing out of the ordinary, but one thing that surely got my attention was the name it had at the bottom.. “Zaakir!!!!” As in Zaakir Timol.???? What the hell?? Why on earth would someone like him do all this for a person like me…. Hell no!!!! This isn’t possible… This is probably someone else that just wrote his name.. Wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the garden boy!!!! 
I left the matter and carried on with my daily chores… I decided to forget the incident.. After all maybe it was just a set up… I honestly can’t see someone liking the person I see in the mirror.. 
Then after Monday is Tuesday… And that meant maths surprise test on any section.. Turns out it was Trig Functions.. 😪😪😪 I hate this section!! I was like really sad after writing that paper and all I really wanted to do right now is grab a book, get under the blanket and drink hot chocolate… But unfortunately, the day had to carry on!!! But they say that every bad day has a good/weird side..
I got home and well my mum made my favorite.. Lasagna….
Then came the weird part.. The door bell after mum left for shop.. 
I opened the garage as I assumed probably one of dads workers or someone.. Sitting in my school pants and jersey.. And there stood well I’m going to be cliche here, but my night in shining armor.. I lie.. In jeans and top.. There was Zaakir Timol… 

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