The Samurai Girl in My Class- Afroza Ayreen Grade XI A
The school is really important: Reading, writing, arithmetic. Nevertheless, what they tend to do is teach you reading, writing arithmetic again. Then again and again just making it harder and harder just to keep you busy. This is what 98% of the teen think while the rest 2% thinks that they just want you to know what that alarm clock on your phone is for. Waking up every morning is just like a chore. Sometimes they ruin that perfect dream we were having or saving us from those terrible nightmares.
However, on one faithful day, a miracle took place: I woke up late on the first day of my school. Really late! My dad goes to work early and my mom goes to work in the afternoon. So she makes sure that she get a long good sleep while dad goes to bed really early. This means that I have to wake up all by myself. “First day of school, It’s better to be absent than being late. I do not feel like going anyway! I will have plenty of time working on my story. Let me sleep for now.” I talked to myself and just let the day go by.
Soon, it was the next day and the same scene happened. I woke up late. Really late. “What’s wrong with me? I woke up late, again and that means I have to absent for another day!” I took my phone and checked if it was the alarm’s fault. Did I turn it on? That usually happen during the weekend. Nevertheless, this time, my alarm was on PM, not AM! I wanted to throw the phone against the wall or to the floor in anger but my hands had their own mind. They did not let me throw to the wall or floor but on my blanket. “OMG! How can I be so stupid! Ok, this won’t happen again” I spoke to myself as if a teacher is trying to forgive a 2nd grader. That night, I double-checked the alarm. Is the time correct? Check. Is it on AM? Check. Is the alarm on? Check. Now, I went to sleep. What is the worst that could happen now?
The next morning, I woke up successfully and I was glad for the first time that I actually woke up. I hopped in my dress and headed to school. Just like any normal kid would do I went in search of my class, it didn’t take so long since I had the map of the classes and the timetable. First class: English in block 4. Easy. In the class, I met my dear best friend. She was thrilled to see me and gave me a hug.
“Daphne! You came. At last!”
“Hi Milla”
“You were absent yesterday because…” She smirked and pretend to have a long, deep guess.
“…Because your alarm clock was off!”
My face melted “Not this time”
“Umm…time was wrong!”
“Nope!”
She began tapping her finger on her cheek. “Aha! Your alarm clock was on PM!”
I didn’t say anything but I had to agree the fact that she was right. My cheeks automatically blushed and by this, she could easily tell that she was right.
“I’ll take that as a yes!”
“Good guess”
“You idiot! You left me alone for 2 days, and the same thing happened last year!”
“Umm…”
“Don’t tell me that you forgot!”
“Sorry”
“Good thing you came today or else I was planning to come to your house to eat the entire cookie from your jar!”
“Hey! Then why didn’t you come yesterday?”
“My baby cousin came. You’re lucky this time.”
“Phew!”
BELL RINGS
“English Class!”
Immediately after the bell rang, a woman, who I have never seen before entered. She’s tall, slim woman. Her brown hair is on a bun. Dressed up like those old fashioned English women. As usual, all of us stood up and greeted her: “Good Morning Ma’am”
“Good morning student. So shall we start? Oh, wait! I forgot to bring something. I’ll be back! Sit down student.”
Then she left. Well, that’s not a bad start. I noticed Milla taking out her English notebook and this reminded to take out mine.
“Milla, what happened yesterday in English class?”
“Umm…I don’t remember. Oh yeah! I was in the washroom the whole English class. I got really bored”
By this, I knew she could tell me absolutely nothing. So I decided to ask someone else. I turned my head and looked for someone who would give me a proper answer. While I was searching, my eyes fell on a girl who I’ve never seen before. She’s short, slim lady_no more than 50cm. Brown hair tied up in the cutest ponytail with matching fringe and those brown eyes. She was dressed up in a samurai costume and she looks exactly like an Asian samurai girl. However, this wasn’t the fact that caught my eyes, rather it was the long sword, which she was carrying on her back.
At that moment, she got up from her seat and walked as if she was going for a morning walk. I looked away making sure that she may not think that I’m staring at her. I quickly pulled out a pen from my pouch and pretended to write something really important like completing homework. Or just drawing down all my thoughts.
We all have 180-degree vision, yeah just reminding you. Keeping my head on the paper, I could notice that she was walking towards me. The closer she came, the pressure I applied on my mind to write something. She stopped walking and turned her entire body towards Milla. First of all, I was relieved that she didn’t come to me. Second of all, she looks like as if she wanted to kill someone. But the real question is why would anyone carry a sword to school? That too a long one! Maybe she brought to show off or maybe she thought today was Halloween. She wouldn’t probably know how to handle a sword!
“I need to talk to a human!”
This dialog stalled me! At first, I was totally confused. Why would anyone ask such question to a human who looks like a human! I constantly kept replaying the same question in my mind: I NEED TO TALK TO A HUMAN! Mila answered as she would answer any other ordinary question.
“Umm…I’m a human”
“Great, can I talk with you?
Then that girl walked to the corner of the room and Milla followed her. They stood there, face-to-face conversation. My head was still on the pen and the book, trying to complete my homework. What were they talking about? It was honestly none of my business. I tried to listen what they were talking about but they were talking at a low volume and the entire class was in high volume. In such situation, only a superhero with an amazing hearing sense can help me out. What is she talking about? How to kill a human? How to use her sword? She wants her to know that she’s the lost princess of Samurai. Wait, Samurai don’t have princess, prince, king or queen. I read a lot about Samurai. They’re warrior, famous especially in Japan. Anyway,…I tried to focus on what they were talking about but it was impossible to hear them. I stayed low and began doodling on the paper.
Suddenly, I heard Milla shouting aloud.
“Behind you!”
After hearing this, the samurai girl wasted no time, turned around quickly and her hair flipped quickly along with her. Pulled out her sword from behind and blocked the attacking sword, then hammered it into the ground. The attacker was shocked and she had her sword pointed at the attacker. It was clear that she knew how to use it. Her hair wasn’t right but the pose with the sword was interesting. The samurai girl commands the attacker to take off the helmet. The attacker pulled out the helmet and shook out a thick mane of dark hair. This is when I realized that the attacker was Gia, one of my friend.
“A girl?” she exclaimed
Gia smiled viciously, “Of course I’m a girl! Did you really think that I was a man?”
The samurai girl held on to her sword tightly, trying to stay strong.
“You wouldn’t kill me” Gia whispered, smirking at her, barely noticing the sword against her throat. The samurai girl stared at her, her blade shakes a bit, but she stared, noticing the expression of fear on Gia’s face. She do have a human side, but only fear brought it out.
“Give up! You know I’m the better swordsman. I always have been”
“Sword-lady”
Milla was there behind the samurai girl the whole time, wide eyes, breathing hard, “What’s going on here?” There was a shock in her voice and fear. “Drop the other weapon!” The samurai girl commanded. Gia straightened up her fingers on by one, dropping the weapon and raised her hands in the air.
I was so into the scene that I never noticed that the whole class was silent, their eyes widen and they were breathing hard. As for me, I could never imagine that Gia would attack the samurai girl with a real sword in school! Everything was so real. Gia walked away to her seat, feeling defeated and underestimate. Milla and the samurai girl spoke for another few seconds.
What I never noticed is that our English teacher was watching the scene the whole time and yet all she was doing was writing something instead of trying to stop them from fighting or asking them why they have brought swords to school or ask the samurai girl about her dressing style. I was totally confused at this stage. Then Milla spoke out louder, confidently
“I know what you’re searching for, and I will give it to you!”
She pulled out 2 brown wrappers from her pocket and gave one to the samurai girl and other to Gia.
Both of them said the same time, “Snicker?”
“You’re not who you are when you’re hunger?”
Both of them took a bite of the chocolate. Milla asked “Better?”
“Better”
Then suddenly the whole class clapped. I wanted to shout out: What the heck are you doing? Clapping because they were fighting with a real sword, breaking the school rule? Snickers in the middle of nowhere. Wait a minute, why is Chole taking a video? A billion questions were shouted out in my mind but my voice wouldn’t listen to my mind. At last, these words burst out of my voice.
“What’s going on? What just happened?”
Milla’s eyes widen with terror and she held a finger up to her rounded lips. Silence me. I frowned “Why?” I mouthed instead of a proper answer. Then suddenly Chloe shouted.
“CUT!”
The whole atmosphere changed from excitement to annoyance. I turned my neck around, my eyes widened and my shoulder raised. Chloe slapped her forehead.
“Daphne! That’s not the line plus it was audible!”
None of the muscles from my body moved.
“Ugh! Don’t tell me that you didn’t know that we were shooting a snickers commercial for the class competition. Now we have to do from the top”
Everyone sighs and goes on murmuring, talking their position. They looked annoyed, fed up, and disgruntled.
Chole shouted again “Position!”
I knew whom to blame for this, my dear best friend, Milla.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I thought you knew!”
“You could have at least send me a text!”
“I did!”
“When?”
“At night, around 11”
“I didn’t read that! Anyway…do I have a role?”
“Nope, you were absent yesterday. You have to stay backstage”
“Ok”
The ‘Act’ began from the top when the teacher entered the class. I had to stand there and watch the whole thing.
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