Ｓ𝔸ƒ𝐈𝐲ᵃ 
idk what the poem is lmao
Safiya had grown to love the holiday season.
She adored it.
Everything was jolly, merry, and just seemed a little bit more optimistic.
In her fuzzy sleeves that her arms arent long enough for, making her feel dainty.
And small,
Cozy and warm inside of her hoodie that worked like a forcefield against the wind.
Like using your blanket with the fan on but to go.
Of course, that meant she’d have to put a tab in her own individual beliefs in order for there to be the harmony that she so desires.
She’ll take a bullet for them to be happy, this was nothing
she’ll smile and pretend to be heterosexual.
And boy does she know how to put on an act.
This morning, she had chosen to walk to school, she missed walking around everywhere. Watching the sidewalk slide under her like a conveyor belt when she didn’t want to look up. And of course, take in the view, even if it was something plain. She just loved to take in the oxygen deep into her lungs. It reminded her of what she was grateful for. It felt like an instant, but it was worth forever.
She arrived at school shortly, and she was there early, like she usually is. Safiya stood anxiously outside for a while -totally worth it- leaning back against a wall until she got a notification and slid her finger to read the message quickly. It was from blue royalty. She read, AH! she was so excited about her secret santa, she pursed her lips to hide her smile. Gotta keep it a secret . But oooooooooo she got all giddy. She really wanted to talk about it but oh well, she wasn’t gonna ruin it for the rest of us.
Then when the group of students started walking in, Safiya followed, walking around the school, just hanging out for a bit since she didn’t have to go anywhere yet. She peered into one of the classrooms and remembered this was where Reina’s locker was. I should talk to her she thought, sliding her hands behind her back and intertwining her own fingers.
Safiya walked over to the other side of the hall trying to get herself together, Be cool, be cool She reminded herself before getting there and pressed the side of her fist against one of the lockers near Reina’s. “Hey” She looked at her face in a composed manner, waiting for a facial response. “Who’d you get for secret santa” She asked with a smirk. She knew, what a cliche, girl has a crush on best friend’s sibling. But god, she was something else. Safiya may be cool, but her eyes said it all. Her big innocent brown eyes say more than most people do in a lifetime. They’re silent but deadly, and often the flaw in the system when she lies. And right now, they were ratting her out.
