A boy named Edward falls for a girl called Sarah the first time he saw her after being transferred to the high-school she was schooling in. Despite coming from different backgrounds, circumstances come in place which seek to separate them but Edward is so adamant in getting what his heart wants. Will the stars align their love to match one another? Find out if they will eventually ends up together.
Chapter 1 Meeting with a Stranger.
Sarah sat in her corner of the class crouching on her desk. A pile of books lay in front of her to block anyone from looking at her face. She fought this internal force within her that kept on reminding her that she had looks which could not please anyone.
Blackberry High School was a beehive of activities with students making stories of how their holiday had been. Zenith, Sarah’s friend and desk mate had failed to attend school on this particular day as they had gone to a vacation abroad with her family. These are some of the moments that Sarah greatly craved for the presence of Zenith. She had a lot bottled up in her to tell Zenith who cared anyway to listen to her.
She did not have the courage to approach any other student to make friends with. This courage had failed her since she had started studying in this school. It was often mind boggling that she knew a handful of her classmates due to her studious nature.
Her grandparents who were middle class workers did everything they could to keep her in school. As a student who did not like attention, she always sat at the back of the class which was reserved for the students who were considered to be jokers.
Teachers always focused on the A students to set their pace and the D and E students to ensure that their mean score was high. As a C student, most of the teachers did not know her. Her home was located in the Eastville ghetto and she could walk to school despite most of the students being driven to and from the school.
Many are the times that she had expressed her wishes to her granny so that she could attend schools in her neighborhood but her efforts bore no fruits. Mrs. Zara as she was commonly known valued a great education for her grand daughter who she had trust in. Sarah’s main concern for her dislike about this school was that it was a bit posh for her liking.
Her grandparents always motivated her to keep on working hard and excel in her studies so as not to end up working for other people in farms or houses in her old age as they did. She kept on wishing that her friend Zenith would have been around so that they could share the juicy stories that had accumulated during the school holidays.
She did not have a phone to communicate with her friend and in this case, she had a lot to unburden from her little chest. The teachers had a staff meeting to prepare for that semesters lessons and she felt very bored. Zenith had been her desk mate for as long as she could remember.
They were in their final year of school and a lot of reading was required of them. She had spent most of her free time reading and the noise that emanated from her classroom was so loud that she resulted to just sit and stare in to space.
She placed her back pack on Zenith’s sit and took out a book from it, opened it and placed it on her desk in case any teacher arrived to punish the noise makers and the lazy ones This was a tactic that she had mastered as a saving grace taking the fact that she was always a suspect as were the back benchers.
Just then, as she had expected, the teacher entered her classroom with a young man in tow.
“Good morning, this is Edward, he will be a student in this class,” the teacher. Sarah’s stare was transfixed on her desk. This was mostly what she did if a teacher was in class and was nit teaching. This did not matter to her. Just then the teacher called out her name.
“Sarah kindly seat with Edward for the meantime as we organize a desk for him,” the teacher’s voice rang in her head.
“Yes, madam. I have no problem with that.” She replied unsure even of what she was supposed to say in reply. She also was shaken in that the teacher clearly knew her name. Most of the staff in her school could not even recognize her face in the case that she met them in the streets.
She shuddered at the idea of the gentleman knowing her within the first day. Her classmates had failed in various occasions in associating themselves with her as she formed this shell around her. The walls were so strong that nobody would break past it. She mostly wore unfashionable clothes in a bid to look uninteresting and to seem dull.