Everybody has a war; but not necessarily all are warriors; some are goners, runners and losers.

Crescent High was buzzing with excitement and nervousness coursed through each one's demeanor present there.

Curiosity creeping up every person's neck who has been on campus.

And soon enough, a metallic gray car came in view; specifically silver matted one, stopping in the parking lot. All eyes turned to the new vehicle that had never made an appearance in the parking lot. Anticipation coursed through each nerve present in there.

The school hadn't always been running out of staff; it was rare. But only this time did it happen.

A lady, in elegance stepped out of the car, wearing no smile, only a pair of spectacles covering her eyes and her jet black hair being swayed by the wind.

Ever since the previous history professor Zayn Malik had quit and crossed the state for better opportunities in his career, the school had been in a frenzy. It was uncalled for; so sudden nobody ever expected it.

So, somehow the principal had managed to get another teacher who could handle the rowdiness of the students.

However her honey brown orbs wandered around to take in the beautiful building where she was ought to be working. Sure enough she had seen the building before but today it looked more serene; more lively. Probably because she was going to be a part of the school too.

Sighing out, she locked the car and walked in with nervousness that didn't manage to show itself to the foreigners through the thick walls.

However, anybody who got a look at her, stopped dead in their tracks to get a better view of her; to make sure that she was real and not some fallen angel.

She was real enough and somehow her mind had managed to convince her that the people thought she wasn't either classified enough or they were silently judging her.

Probably she shouldn't have put on the lipstick that she had been struggling in her mind. She knew it wouldn't suit her; but she had gone out of her way in hopes to put up a real good façade; a confident one.

But now, everything was diminishing slowly as more and more people stopped in their tracks to just have a look at her.

Her anxiety was getting the best of her and she didn't want it to. She wasn't going to let it rear its ugly head.

She knocked on the familiar rich looking mahogany doors.

Her knocks were faint and she knew it had to be utter silent if anyone picked up on her knocks.

"Come in", the familiar voice said and she did.

"Good morning, sir", she faintly said shifting from one feet to another.

She was suddenly questioning her white shirt and black pencil skirt.

She had wanted to look professional. And she thought probably this is what getting her the unwanted attention.

She had gone out of her way to make an effort and it ended up here. She couldn't help but think that she was looking like a clown in her outfit for she thought that her choices were the worst and she didn't have a single ounce of fashion sense. If only she had told Amber.

Weird, she used to think of herself and why she did was never known to anyone.

"Hello Delilah. I hope you try your best here", the principal said with an expectant smile and she couldn't help but give a small smile.

It was getting hard for her to even get up from her bed to get food for herself; settling on either take outs or starving herself for the night.

If the principal hadn't reached out for her, offered her the job and forced her to join on Monday sharp at 8.00 AM, she didn't think she would be doing anything worthy in her bed rolling around the blankets.

She wasn't good in front of crowds, and yet, here she was. This was the best the principal could ever do for her and she was rather grateful.

Probably after doing a little this and that would get her out of her condition.

She was handed her schedule for the week.

She couldn't help but feel someone else in her skin as she smiled again, muttered a thank you and walked out of the office.

She expected a snarky remark or a rude shove and push like when she was in high school.

She was a little lost and to ask for help to anyone wasn't her best forte. She kept walking up and down the stairs to find the class she was assigned. She had started tugging at the roots of her hair in frustration and she was thinking of asking help from the principal; but again she had lost the direction she had come from.

"Umm, miss", a gruff voice called out for her and she stiffened in her position. She was met with sea blue eyes, ringed by steely-gray circles. "H--Hello", she stuttered.

"I guess you are lost?", he asked politely and she felt embarrassed, being caught red handed as she was in a frenzy.

"Umm, kind of", she replied biting her lip.

"Ahh, you are the new teacher, replacing Zayn, I reckon?", he asked looking at the schedule that the honey brown eyed girl had shown him.

"Y-yeah", she replied, her breath accumulating in her throat, coming out in short intervals.

"Ahh, you are in the wrong floor", he said, chuckling to himself, the pale skinned girl growing red with embarrassment. "I will take you there", he proposed and her head looked up at him and nodding in a short nod.

"Class, be quiet for ten minutes. I am just going to show the new teacher her class", he said to his class before coming back to her, giving her a small smile before leading her the way.

"I am Niall Horan. I am the calculus teacher here. What's your name?", not a bit taken back by nervousness, he asked her.

"Well, I am Delilah and you already know what I teach", she chuckled and the man in ocean blue shirt and grey trousers chuckled beside her.

"Well, we are here", he stood in front of a class and showed her.

She was internally smacking herself in the face as she realized, she had been so close all this time.

She walked inside waving him bye.

The class stood up in both awe and respect, silencing their chats.

I can do this. I have got this.

She chanted the mantra to herself as she faced the bunch of teenagers; some rebellious to norms; some hiding behind the norms.

"Hello class. I am Delilah and I will be teaching you History. Specifically Modern History.", she ended her introduction right there, waiting for the students to point out how oddly she was suited or how awkward she was being but all she heard was silence.

"Anyways, I hope you guys have learnt about the civil war", she wanted to check the waters when everyone groaned.

"That took a lot of time to complete", one of the students groaned and she wondered if she should have asked the names of the students first.

She wouldn't be able to remember them anyways.

Probably, that gave her the façade of a strict teacher, which she wasn't.

"Well, I don't want to assign you guys any homework on my first day; but to know all of you better, I thought you guys could write an essay upon it", and as she had expected the room fell in loud groans.

"Umm, you guys could submit it whenever you want within this month", she cleared her throat to get the attention she needed from the students.

A girl in the last dramatically banged her head onto the desk and a few others groaned as if they had better work to do.

"But Mr. Styles already gave us too much homework to last us for a lifetime.", a voice from somewhere in the middle said and her ears perked up at the name.

The staffs had wanted to conduct a welcome party for her, but she had declined to the offer anyhow. She hadn't wanted to be in the crowd before she had prepared herself for any kind of disaster that followed.

However, the last name earned the attention of her curiosity.

It sounded familiar; dangerously and awfully similar. And before her head could crack into any conclusion, a voice cut through the voice of her head, "But ma'am, what's the word limit?"

And from the choice of words and her outfit, she knew that the girl was one of the top scorers; if not the best. She just liked to interest students, encourage and motivate them. She didn't need top scorers; she need interested students.

"Minimum is 500 and maximum is to any length that you can go to", honey brown eyes smiled at the chocolate brown ones.

"As I said, I don't want children to be stressed out on my first day of teaching; therefore the assignment is according to your free will. I just have two demands : it must be on Civil war and it must be at least of 500 words. Next on, it's how you guys want it to be", she said smiling at the whole class.

She was sure the students in the back weren't even interested enough to raise their heads to hear her talk about the assignment. She had been one of those students in her school; Hiding and shying away from anyone who could talk and walk on two legs.

"So, we can give it to you the next week?", one of the boys asked.

She sighed, this was the most draining and stressful part of the job. She had known about it, but there was just something about it that was tearing her apart, piece by piece.

So, she picked up the blue marker and started scribbling on the whiteboard.

"TOPIC : CIVIL WAR

MINIMUM WORD LIMIT : 500

MAXIMUM WORD LIMIT : AS FAR AS YOU ARE WILLED TO.

TIME LIMIT : WITHIN THIS MONTH"

Capping the marker, she turned around and faced the class.

"With this, I hope anyone who had not paid attention to what I said can easily click what I had been ranting on", she said, her voice growing rougher.

The boy who had asked the question had gone red in his face.

"Miss, I have a question", another boy raised his hand and through his red dyed hair and tattooed arms, she knew he was one of the troublesome guys.

She couldn't guess any trouble he could cause her though.

"Yeah?", she allowed him to speak.

"What should we call you?", and then it occurred to her that she hadn't let on her last name yet; not that she had planned on to though.

"Umm, It's Miss Delilah, for you", she said, smiling at the boy who had asked the question.

And before, anymore whirlwind could come, the bell rang freeing her. She had taken more time to find the class after all.

The class shuffled around to escape the captivity.

She fell back on her chair and looked at her schedule. She had another class an hour later.

She noticed a pattern in the schedule Mr. Davis had provided her with; providing her with an hour break after every class. He was doing everything he could in his power to get her back on track and she couldn't be any more than grateful to him for everything he was doing for her.

She knew she couldn't let this slip out of her hand.

She didn't want to stop by and be labelled as a loser; because being a loser means being mocked at all your life.

Who cares if she doesn't win? Nobody even knows about the war she has been dealing with. Nobody knows how she has been trying not to fall into the hands of a bad end. And therefore; she has decided, even if she doesn't win, she has to make sure she didn't lose. Just keeping going on is also a part of winning. And if nobody is happy with her, she just has to do things that will make her smile in the latter half of her life.

That's what her therapist has been saying to her.

That's what she wants to believe in from now on.

Her mind hadn't been the best place to wander around, and she knew it. It was like a poisonous ink pot, one dive of her head and she knew she wouldn't last long. She had wanted to write her tomorrow on a blank, fresh page; but not with the poison ink anymore. She had ashened enough of her pages with the poisoned ink; not anymore; she didn't want to waste anymore lies that had always held her back.

When the sun goes down tomorrow, she wants to smile and think to herself that it was no big deal that she had made through it; rather she wanted to think about how serene the next sunrise would be.

And she knew she would achieve it.

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// Umm, I kinda wanted to inform y'all that I will be writing the chapter names as songs that fit into them.

For this one, it is WARRIORS by IMAGINE DRAGON. You can enjoy the song while reading if you want to too//