Novel & Cerita I Was Sitting In The Corner

The usual weekend hush hung in the air. When I stepped into the dining room, I immediately spotted Angie and her little group sitting at the table near the windows, laughing and tossing their hair like they were filming some high school movie. I didn’t want to deal with them today. I kept my head down and walked straight to the far end of the room. I grabbed an apple and two slices of toast and sat in the corner where nobody would notice me. I ate quickly, not tasting much. My mind was still stuck on the fire. The dream. The power.

This time, it was strong, and it stood out amongst the others. I followed it cautiously, monitoring the people around. It finally led me to a café. This shop was bigger, and it was packed with people. I stared inside; the transparent glass made it easier to see what was going on inside. Then I saw them, seated at a corner table. The bald one leaned back in his chair, half listening to the playboy who looked like he was overexplaining. At the corner table, the long-haired alpha, gaze distant, fingers drumming against his cup.

She explained. How did I not know this? I asked myself. Oh yeah, three 3-year-old little terrors, my little terrors. I have no time for anything else outside of them, right now, they are my life. We walked into the classroom, and I started making my way to my normal seat at the top of the room. Summer tugged at my arm and led me to the second-row corner seats. I shook my head no. I didn’t like sitting so close, it was easier for me to stay invisible, especially when I had bruises to hide.

Chapter 9 Riley I sat in the corner of my room, on the white linoleum floor, my knees to my chest, my head bowed as if in reverence all the while my hands covered my aching head as the voices kept bombarding me with negative thoughts. I was tired of the constant negative things people thought, tired of having a front-row seat to the evil in the world.

Nothing could help me not to sleep here with boredom. I hate boring movies. However, he ignored my annoyed expression and held my hand to move towards our chair which is almost in the corner. I almost felt frustrated to see that. Why did he take a corner seat? And couldn't help but ask out in mid-path. Stopping him. "Hey, why did you take a corner seat to watch?" Mark stared at me and said, "I just like the corner seats, it's out of sight from the audience." I squeezed my eyes, feeling foolish about his words. But he just turned back to walk towards the seats.

CLARA I sat quietly in the corner of the hall, sipping from my glass as I watched the evening unfold just the way I had imagined it in my head. The lights were gold and soft, not too loud, not too dull. The decoration screamed money, but not in a desperate way.

I was going to sit at the bar and complain about my day. I sat on my usual stool at the very edge of the bar, farthest away from the action. It was where Nelle took a break when the action was slow. It was the best seat in the house as far as I was concerned. I could see everything and everyone, and yet, no one really paid much attention to the corner.

I went up the stairs and pushed the door open with my shoulder. The room was about two thirds full. The lights were down for the projector. People were chatting in small groups and unwrapping snacks and tapping at their laptops. I scanned the back rows and found an empty seat in the corner, last row, furthest from the front, where the shadow from the wall was thickest. I went straight to it without looking at anyone. I sat down, got my notebook out, and put my bag on the floor between my feet. The door at the front opened.

Bennet gives me a tired smile and tries to wave me over, he’s been out all night running down any other potential threats. I just shake my head and his face falls in concern as I turn towards a lone high top table in the back corner. These guys should be out of here soon and I’ll take a seat then. He looks at me confused, but I just keep walking. I sit, but I can’t have my back to the room out of habit, so I am stuck here watching people. They come and go while trying and failing to not look at me sitting alone in the corner of the room and whispering more rumors.

And as such Alpha Miles lets him have his way at times. But today I need to show him that he messed with the wrong person. I messaged him that we should meet at a cafeteria.As I sat in the corner of the cozy café, I took in my surroundings. The walls were painted in warm, muted tones, with delicate artwork adorning them. Soft, gentle music played in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. The lighting was low, casting a warm glow over the space and adding to the cozy atmosphere.