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Chapter 2
Irina
I always got what I wanted and I hated it. My parents were rich, so rich that they didn't care. My mom had her beauty business that was the top of the chain in Russia. She made famous songs from the 2000s and even songs now, making her skyrocket with popularity and tons and tons of money. My dad had a business as well, one that had millions and millions of dollars. My parents seemed to love each other in public, my father’s hand on my mother’s waist, bright smiles and sweet loving kisses for the people, sweet nothings whispered into ears and loving laughs here and there. But once they came back inside it was like they didn't know each other. Their voices were like a harsh tide crashing against rocks, the thunder of lighting, a panel of glass shattering. It never ended. Their arguments lasted days, weeks, months. It grew like mold on wet wood. Until eventually my mother finally snapped. My parents had a divorce, and that landed me in the U.S. with my father. 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkUfhxrb63f
I was sent to a public school in a small town of Montana. Words of a new student from Russia spread like a wildfire in the school. Curious murmurs if I was a boy or a girl, if I was straight or gay, tall or short, strong or weak echoed across the long hallways filled with lockers and classrooms. But when I arrived on October 16th there were mixed looks. Most boys looked disappointed, some asleep while the girls had even more mixed expressions. The popular looking girls were disappointed that they couldn't get a new minion or a hot new boyfriend, and the ‘art freaks’ just glanced at me. They seemed like my friends back in Russia in my private school, but I didn't bother talking to them. I had better things to focus on. But as I glanced towards the back, my eyes locked onto a girl who looked more fucked up than me. She perked my curiosity, my cold facade suddenly warming up as her tired deep brown eyes refused to look away from my cold green ones. 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvOVwYEaFlR
But hearing the English teacher clear her throat, I forced my eyes to look away from her, glancing at the teacher before introducing myself in front of the class with my hand on the strap of my black Jansport backpack. 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVYcrNGo5M
“Hello. I’m Irina.” I said in front of the class while still looking at the gorgeous girl. She seemed so sleep deprived, yet so gorgeous at the same time. But I eventually sat down in an empty seat once the teacher let me, getting my notebook and pencil out while listening to the teacher starting the lesson. I always tend to get good grades no matter if I studied or not, so I didn't bother to pay attention. My writing was fantastic anyway. I looked out the window, seeing the gloomy skies slowly clearing up, the sun peaking through and making the green grass shine.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP72QmhMzzg
At the end of class I packed up my things and left once we were dismissed, looking at my paper with furrowed brows of pure confusion. I turned and tilted the paper to try and understand where my next class was. Science. Room 602. Eventually I rolled my eyes, folding the paper and approaching someone that seemed my grade. 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfqRgxwYLx3
“Excuse me? Do you know where room 602 is?” I asked, looking down at the girl with an eased expression. But in the other’s eyes it looked like a wolf sneaking up on a sheep.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcex8KdE2XK
“Oh, yeah. 602 is upstairs and to the left. It's the one by the big window that's plastered all over with school projects.” She explained, glancing away as she got nervous under my gaze.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKC49e5rpdT
“Thank you.” I then walked towards the stairs, each step increasing my wonder if the girl with the eyes like coffee was in my class. I turned to the left once upstairs, seeing the window that had an obnoxious amount of projects on it. Models, posters, and diagrams on the window. But I entered the class, seeing students groaning as they switched around their bags.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrrp1YenrUr
New seats. 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRs5CZMbA2
I sighed, looking at the science teacher and putting on a frail smile.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbFM08fkE4W
“Oh, Irana! You sit by Kira in the back.” The teacher said with a smile as sweet as cotton candy on her face. It was so sweet it sickened me. Why was she so happy? Let alone smiling? She said my name wrong but I nodded, moving to the back where the girl was. I took my bag off my shoulder but I was soon greeted once more by the gorgeous woman.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmZUksAGyWE
“You were in my English class..! Irina, right?” 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrVrObqkKvj
Her voice sent a shiver down my spine, my words seemingly stuck in my throat. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I speak? But I just nodded, relishing in her sweet gaze as mine was still hardened. 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ64XVv3IMIj
“Im Kyra.” She sat down in her seat, looking up at me while her eyes trailed to the scar on my cheekbone.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl2sQyeOXot
“The teacher called you Kira.” I added, regretting my words as I just eventually sat down as well.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa258FWIfEU
She chuckled lightly, crossing her arms across her deep green hoodie that looked like she had worn it for years. 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlYSIgWoyI
“The teacher never gets anyone's name right.” 18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc6ZZsfG6k0
“Yeah.. She called me Irana.” A soft smile spread across my lips seeing Kyra just laugh.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4MKv8bqbE
“Irana?” She said in disbelief, her hand hovering over her mouth which was twinged in a smile.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLbAj57d8jV
“Yeah.” I admired as Kyra laughed, the sun highlighting her face perfectly. While part of me wondered why it was so funny to her, I didn't bother bringing it up. I looked towards the teacher who was still getting her own stuff ready, students continuing to talk and laugh about whatever. I looked back towards Kyra, pausing as my gaze lingered longer than it should have as the words I was about to say quickly left, seeing her eyes meet mine once more. I wondered curiously about Kyra, what she was truly like and why she seemed so tired and exhausted. But when we talked it was like she had the whole world in her hands.
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