“Listen up, class! I have a group project for the whole class, I want to group yourselves into four,” the teacher announced.
“After the groupings, you will interview different people asking what is family for them, how to describe a good family,” the teacher added.
I looked at the whole class, some of them are disappointed, and some of them are having a wide smile.
Someone raised its hand, “Teacher! How about the incomplete family? We will not be asked them? I mean, they can survive even though they were incomplete.” I don't know her name, but she had a good point.
“You can decide whether it's complete or not because most of the family were happy and contented, it's your choice, that's all.”
The teacher left the room, while my classmates are talking about their agenda or plan.
All of a sudden, two students approached me, “Hi, do you have a group?” he asked.
I shook my head as a sign of nothing, or none. They smiled at me, “So, it seems like, we're the only three in the group, but that's okay, right, Shun?” the girl asked.
I scanned their faces, the boy's name was Shun, “My name is Charlotte, I assume that you don't know me, because we're observing you, and based on it, you don't like to talk to anybody, maybe that's the reason why you can't remember our names.”
“Maybe? Let's talk about the topic, I don't want to talk about myself, shall we?” They both nodded.
“I think, we can interview our parents, instead of other people, what do you think?” I asked. They are looking at each other.
“That's a good idea, otherwise, we can interview each other, am I right?” Charlotte stated. I scratched the back of my head.
“How about, we can ask the people randomly? Like, survey, essays, or just impromptu answers to strangers,” Shun added.
I decided to become silent, and shrugged my shoulder.
“Let me think about it, we need to set a plan that makes us feel free to do without hesitation and misunderstanding.”
At this point, they are glancing at me. This is the reason why I hate things when it comes to groupings or teams.
I'm just not sure about the things that I'm going to obey, listen to, or search for it. I'm not good at communicating with others.
I might sound like an antagonist, or I just sound like disagreeing with their plans, and suggestions, even though, I'm just voicing my opinion.
“Maybe, we should tackle this problem for tomorrow, okay? Or should we just wait until the class hour begin?” I questioned.
“According to my schedule, I'm not available for tomorrow of the afternoon, I'm going to the club meeting, and I need to review for my examination for my scholarship,” Shun explained.
“How about you, Charlotte? Do you have some time for tomorrow of the afternoon?” I looked at her, “I will try, but my leader will message you if she doesn't let me go to our meeting.”
I gasped. She needs to practice her gymnastics. In my opinion, it will be hard, though, we're just three in the group, but it seems like I'm going to do it alone.
I won't let that happen, this was a task for groupings, so we should do it with unity.
We heard the bell rang, “Message me if you two have some free time, okay? I will ask our teacher if when is our deadline.”
“Sure, I will send some messages to you immediately, bye!” Charlotte exclaimed. I let out a deep breath.
They disappeared from my sight. I fixed my desk, and compile all of my notes, and answer sheets.
I need to pass these papers to the Faculty Office. When I stepped outside of the room, I saw a familiar figure.
“Sapp! How are you? Are you okay?” I asked when I reached her distance. I walk with her until we arrived at the school gate.
“Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry,” she answered, “By the way, do you know, Zoe Amethyst Riego?” I looked at her face to see her reaction.
“Zoe Riego? Ah, yes, I know her, remember I can check the records of every single student in here.”
I awkwardly scratch my nape, she's right. She's Johnsen, so, yeah, it's normal for her. However, I assume that she only read the basic information provided by the students themselves.
She knows the word privacy, and I believe in it.
“She's the girl that you've always talked about when we were together, it's impossible if I forgot her, right?” she added.
“She didn't attend the whole class hour, and she hasn't been messaging me or calling my phone number,” I murmured.
“Are you sure? Maybe, she's busy, or she's just doing all herself important stuff, like private life? Social life? Or whatever!” her voice is starting to rise.
“Busy? All I want is a little information, like she's doing fine, or does she's hurt, or in danger, like that!” I shouted.
She rolled her eyes, “Do you want an update from her? To what she's doing? Could you just don't bother her? From your actions and words, you might sound like a manipulative man! Stop it! Give her some space! She needs time for herself!”
I arched my eyebrow, “Why are you shouting—” she cut my words, “It's because you've shouted at me earlier, and I'm just telling you some advice,” she answered.
I glimpsed her face, she's calm than earlier. Her face is like a child who was demanding the toy she wants.
My head is aching, I don't want to make some misunderstanding, so, maybe, I should stop.
On the other side, she's right to stop being a manipulative man, I think she misunderstood my words.
Does it wrong if I just want to know if Zoe is safe? I just want to check her condition, but it seems like I need to go to her house to know the answer.
I need to fix myself, it's not good, I need to think wisely.
“Bye! I'm going home, take care!” She waves her hand while walking away from me. I smiled at her.
When she entered the car, I saw a shadow beside the car. My heart began to beat like a beating drum.
I can sense some danger.