Selena’s school routine
687 Words
The days had started to blend together, a monotonous rhythm of school, studying, and trying to pretend everything was normal. But it wasn’t. Not for me.
After everything that had happened in the past few weeks, I knew my life wouldn’t go back to what it was. Still, I had to keep moving forward. That meant going to school, attending classes, and trying to hold onto the small piece of normalcy I had left. Even if I felt eyes on me everywhere I went.
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I started taking different routes to school. The main streets felt too open, too exposed. Instead, I zigzagged through alleyways and back roads, keeping my head low and my senses alert. The feeling of being watched never left me. It was subtle, like a shadow lingering just at the edge of my vision, but it was enough to keep my nerves frayed.
By the time I reached the campus each morning, my heart was already racing. I’d force myself to take a deep breath and push the fear aside, walking into the building with my head held high. *No one can know.*
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Classes were… manageable, but frustratingly slow. My professors droned on about concepts I had already mastered, and the assignments felt like busywork. Even Professor Hunter’s extra project couldn’t hold my focus for long. My mind kept drifting—to the feeling of eyes on me, to the secrets I was keeping, to the danger I couldn’t seem to escape.
Bonny was my only reprieve. She had been spending more time with me lately, insisting on walking home together after school and keeping me company in the evenings. She was oblivious to the weight I carried, and I intended to keep it that way. To Bonny, I was still just Aneles—her slightly overachieving, occasionally moody best friend. And I needed it to stay that way.
“You’re zoning out again,” Bonny said one afternoon, snapping her fingers in front of my face. We were sitting in the courtyard during lunch, our books spread out between us.
“Sorry,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Just tired.”
She frowned, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been tired all week. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Really. Just a lot on my plate with the extra assignments.”
She didn’t look convinced, but she let it go, turning her attention back to her notes. I exhaled quietly, grateful for her silence. The last thing I needed was Bonny digging into something she couldn’t understand.
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After school, we always went straight home. I’d made it a habit, avoiding unnecessary stops or detours. Bonny didn’t question it, and I didn’t explain. Once we were home, I’d retreat to my room and bury myself in my studies. It wasn’t just about staying ahead in class—it was about keeping my mind occupied, keeping the fear at bay.
The nights were the worst. The house would grow quiet, and every creak or rustle outside would set my nerves on edge. I’d sit by the window sometimes, staring out into the darkness, half-expecting to see someone standing there, watching. But the yard was always empty.
Bonny tried to cheer me up in her own way. She’d bring snacks to my room, insist on movie nights, and even coax me into helping her with her ridiculous art projects. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t in the mood for fun. Still, I appreciated her efforts. She was trying, and that meant more to me than I could say.
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By the end of the week, I was exhausted. The feeling of being watched hadn’t gone away, and my nerves were stretched thin. But I couldn’t let anyone see that. Not Bonny, not my classmates, and certainly not Professor Hunter or Alpha Darius.
I had to keep moving forward, one day at a time. Because if I stopped, if I let the fear take over, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to start again.
*No one can know.*
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