Alorah Reagen
"Why do I even bother going along with his game when all he does is give me so much stress by not participating in this bazaar," Layla sneered as she told us what had happened to her entrepreneurial group.

"Already? It's only the planning stage, and he's not showing any effort," Amelia commented as we grabbed our lunch boxes and headed out of the classroom.

We nearly collided with one of the students skateboarding in the hallway as we walked past numerous students running around the hallway, standing near the lockers to prepare for their next class, and those heading in the same direction as us. This situation enraged Layla to the point where she screamed at him before running away. Amelia and I didn't stay too long and went to catch up with her, leaving the guy dumbfounded by what had happened.

"Maybe he'll get more motivation when we execute the plan? Some people receive a lot of strength when it gets to the exciting part," I mentioned, easing her frustration towards the guy. It seemed like she let out a sigh of defeat while shaking her head at me.

"I wonder how you always see the good in people, even when you're at a disadvantage," Layla wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we walked side by side.

What was the point of having bad blood with someone if our faith was to die one day? I let out a forceful smile as the thought invaded my mind.

"You know what will cheer you up from all the built-up anger? A change of place. Should we have our lunch at the bleachers?" Layla's eyes glimmer at Amelia's suggestion. She nods vigorously, hooking her arms around ours and leading us to the field.

"Slow down. It's hard to walk like this!" I exclaimed. It's difficult to walk with good posture when we have to adjust our heights to match one another, yet we don't hate the closeness.

Instead of letting go of one another, Layla speeds up the pace, making us stumble a couple of times as we reach the door, leading us to the field. I knew our laughter was loud since a few students we passed by stopped their conversation to see what was happening. However, it wasn't enough to keep the joy from bursting out of us.

With our arms hooked together, I used my hips to push the door open, and what greeted us was the soft wind blowing past us as the view of the field was in our vision. The scenery never failed to amaze me, even though I'd been here a couple of times whenever I needed a quiet place to stay and relax.

We made our way to our usual spot, the third row on the left side of the bleachers. Once I sat down, Layla gasped, which shocked me.

"What?! Is there a cockroach?!" I jumped out of my seat and quickly inspected the area. Nothing alive was moving around us except our laid lunchbox.

"Even worse. I forgot to buy some drinks!" Her face looked mortified by the lack of beverages to pair with our meal. I looked at her in disbelief at what she said. There was no way the absence of liquid refreshments was more horrifying than insects.

"I could go and buy us some drinks," I offered, shoving my hand into my pocket to see if I had any money. If not, I could run back to my classroom and grab it.

Amelia shakes her head at me and shows me her wallet. "It's alright, Alorah. I can take it from here."

"But-" I was cut off after seeing her smile warmly at me.

"You always offer to pay for our snacks. It's fine if we can spoil you from time to time, right?" She grinned at me and continued, "You stay here and guard our lunchbox. We don't want any animals or human beings taking it all away, do we?"

Sometimes, Amelia would speak to me like I was a four-year-old child. Yet, I never once complained about this kind of treatment as I had gotten used to it, so I responded with a simple nod before sitting back down on my spot.

"Then we'll be back in a bit. You want your usual drink? Iced tea?" Layla clarified, even though she knew I would always buy it wherever I went. It's so tasty!

"Yup! Thanks, guys," I smiled. They headed back inside, and I was alone in a quiet yet refreshing field.

I took this moment to reminisce about my childhood days. Back when I was so talkative towards my peers and family members. It was to the point that some of them ended up not paying attention to what I had to say, and I ended up getting upset. From then on, when the person with whom I'm sharing stories stops listening to me, I interpret it as a sign that I won't be continuing or repeating it after the second time.

There were also times when I told Mom I bought three more books, and her response was for me to stop reading all those nonsense fiction books and focus on my studies. Now, I can say with confidence that I learned a lot compared to what I was learning in school and was able to develop my thinking.

These pieces of information I was able to obtain were about life itself, like taking into consideration the possible scenarios that may happen after making a choice or places to avoid because they may bring harm to you.

Aside from school, movies and books aren't bad if you can learn something from them. In my opinion, it's a win-win.