I followed Amelia to the restaurant, and we had our lunch before heading back to class. I kept replaying the moment when Molly ignored me it stunned me a bit, I won't lie. Why did she do that? I thought to myself. I kept reminding myself that I could care less, but judging from the type of person I am, I did care a lot. Still, I pushed it back and tried to focus in class. Nothing was more important than that at the moment.
As the lecturer's voice echoed across the room, I found my gaze drifting toward the window instead of the board. The trees outside swayed lazily in the autumn breeze, and for a moment, I wished my thoughts could be as light.
But Molly's cold stare kept flashing in my mind. Was it something I said? Or did she just decide I wasn't worth her time?
Amelia nudged me softly. "You okay?" she whispered.
I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just tired."
But she saw through it she always did. Still, she didn't press further, and I was grateful for that.
When class ended, I packed my things slowly, hoping maybe Molly would look my way, say something anything. But she didn't. She walked right past me as if I was invisible.
Something inside me cracked a little.
That night, I promised myself not to care anymore. But promises like that are the hardest to keep.
Perfect you captured Aisha's exhaustion and quiet frustration beautifully. I've polished your paragraph a bit for flow, grammar, and rhythm, then blended it naturally with your earlier tone and story style. Here's the edited and expanded version:
I got back to the dorm pretty late because of my extra shift. Molly was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone, her face lit up by the screen's glow. I didn't even give her a second glance. I went straight to my side of the room and sat down. I was so tired every part of me ached and all I wanted to do was take a shower and sleep.
But I had promised myself that no matter how long the day got, I would always read before bed. That was my top priority.
As I opened my notes, I could feel Molly's eyes on me a silent glare that pressed against my back. Honestly, I could care less. If she wanted to be rude, fine. Two could play that game.
I freshened up quickly, grabbed a small snack, and settled down to study. The room was quiet except for the faint tapping of her fingers on her screen and the rustle of my notebook pages. For a moment, I wondered what her problem really was, but I shook it off and focused on my books. I wasn't going to let anyone distract menot tonight.
I read for about an hour until I felt my eyelids becoming heavy and I couldn't read again so I decided to retire for the night I can onyinye the next day I packed my books got in my bed and covered myself with the quilt . I embraced the darkness as soon as I closed my eyes .