Operation Falling | Operation Series Book 1

Chapter 8

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Chapter Eight

CYNTHIA

I join our class queue for the morning assembly and as soon as I get on the line, I immediately begin to hear murmurs.

It's not so surprising since I know I'm now probably hated by half of the student population because of what happened yesterday and I decide to just ignore all of them. But deep down, I'm not really comfortable with everything that's happened and is happening.

I was never bothered about the fact that I have no friends in class except for John and well, Tobi who doesn't even count, but at this moment, I wish there is someone close to me who will take my side and tell me all will be fine instead of reminding me of just how much trouble I'm in by slapping Michael's face yesterday.

I glance at Grace, my best friend who is supposed to take that role but is unfortunately the leader of those who are convinced I'd be going to jail soon.

Even now, she's frantically pointing to her bag, referring to the disguise in it and all I can do is look away, stifling a sigh. I'm not wearing those things even if heaven falls.

I get startled when a hand suddenly squeezes mine and I glance up to see John's caramel eyes, glinting mischievously as they always do as he looks down at me with a gentle smile that does weird things to my stomach.

I return his smile, almost getting lost in his eyes when his thumb slightly caresses my hand and I'm reminded he is still holding it. I remove his hand gently from mine, not missing the momentary confused look on his face but I smile reassuringly at him and he smiles back, his confusion clear.

I know he must have noticed that I have a crush on him and that he might be certain I would say yes to him but perhaps if I don't encourage him to do things like this, he won't be too surprised when I say no.

That's if I know how I'm even supposed to turn him down without hurting him.

He is about to say something, my heartbeat quickening at the fear of the possibility that he is about to ask for an answer again when one of our teachers speaks into the microphone, telling us to stand at attention for the national anthem.

I hide a smile, relieved that I'm able to avoid talking to him once more and sing the national anthem along enthusiastically with the other students. For the rest of the assembly, I pretend to listen attentively to what the teachers and the principal are saying but deep down, I know I will only be able to put off speaking to him about the issue for a short time.

After the morning devotion and listening to instructions that mostly involves being good students and reading our books with emphasis on the SS3 students because our final exams are approaching, I discover that the reason my classmates were able to get away with their coloured hairstyle yesterday was because they did not attend the assembly.

The Principal had ordered each class teachers to bring out students that aren't dressed according to the school's dress code from their classes and our class teacher had wasted no time in calling them out from the queue. I don't get to see what is to be done to them as we leave to our class soon after but I'll be lying if I say I'm not curious. One thing I know for sure is they won't be coming back to the class with those hairstyles and those heels.