I arrive to English all alone. I line up at English alone for the first time in 14 years. Sure I know my class mates but they were nothing like my best friend. The year already looked long. Our English teacher opens the door & lets us in to the classroom.
“Good Morning everyone, I hope you had a wonderful holiday & are ready to start English 101. You’ll be in a seating plan so I can learn your names, so without a wait I want Sophie, John, Jack & Emma here.” He continues to call out names and point them to their seats while I just tune out. The only person I want to sit with is somewhere across the other side of the school doing some mathematic equation.
“ –then Maybelle.” I turn my head sharply to look at Mr. Turner, trying to remember who he had said I was beside.
“Maybelle, beside Peter please, I do want to start this lesson sometime.” Mr Turner says when I don’t move.
“Sorry Sir.” I say as I head down the row of desks to take my seat beside Peter.
“We meet again belle. Sorry about earlier, ex’s are so hard to get rid of now a days” Peter whispers across the table as I take a seat, a small smirk on his face.
“I’m sure they are.” I reply taking my books out of my bag. I couldn’t believe that I was actually sitting beside Peter & he even talked to me! This was something that I couldn’t wait to tell tash, she was going to be so happy for me if she ever got over the fact that we weren’t in the same class.
“Are your ex’s as bad as Lexie?” He asks, still trying to make conversation.
“I’ve never had one,” I reply, looking out the window.
That’s when I saw him. A boy who couldn’t be much older than I was yet he had an air of confidence and something else I couldn’t quite place. It was almost like he was glowing. The stranger was just standing there staring at me. He had his hands in his pocket and was leaning against a pole near the edges of the school. He was too far away to make out all the features but he looked exactly like Peter with dark black hair & a chiselled jaw that looked perfect on them both. He looked so much like Peter that I had to look beside me just to make sure that indeed Peter was actually there. I look back out the window only to find that the mysterious guy had disappeared. I started to wonder about how he had done it when Mr. Turner interrupted my thoughts.
“Maybelle, could you tell me when Shakespeare was born?” He asks me.
“I’m sorry sir, I don’t know.” I reply, my cheeks going pink again.
“He was baptised 26 April 1564, his birth date being unknown, which you would know if you had been paying attention these last few minutes instead of staring out the window daydreaming about your latest crush.” He says as he paces around the front if the room looking quite annoyed at me. The class burst into laughter at the last comment which makes blush even more. I sink lower into my chair hoping that Peter doesn't notice how much I was blushing.
Class pass slowly after that, I just couldn’t focus; the stranger kept coming into my mind. There was something off about him, although I hadn’t fully seen him, there was something wrong. His vibe was bad.
After class Mr. Turner asked me to stay behind, said he wanted to talk about some things.
“Now I know your mum has disappeared and all but I’m not going to give you an easy ride in my class just for that. If your having a tough time sure I’ll let you have an extension on an assignment but I won’t treat you any different in my class. Is that okay?” He asked.
“Yes, that will be fine.” I reply not really sure whether or not I should have.
“Very well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Taking that as my cue I turn around and leave the classroom hoping not to be late for my next class, science.
After that, the whole day went in a blur; I hardly noticed the teachers or the students. When the final bell rang at the end of French I was surprised to find that I didn’t want to leave. Maybe I needed school more than I thought. I walked slowly out the class knowing a) I had to go with tash to talk to the head of school who was quite scary and b) that the police would be at waiting at home for me.
I love tash, she was my other half, my missing piece and the list could go on, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this could be a good thing, maybe we were meant to do something different this year. It was weird. This morning I couldn’t stop thinking about how I didn’t want anything to change, that I’d had enough change and now suddenly it all seemed to be okay. I had no idea how I could tell this to tash though. Walking slowly down the corridor I see tash and make my way over to her.
“Hey,” I say. “How were classes?”
“Alright, boring but alright.” She replies seeming to be thinking about other things.
“Are we still going to go to the Head?” I ask her
“I was thinking about that today during Geography...” She says slowly trailing off to not finishing the sentence. “Carry on, it’s alright I can take it.”
“It’s just that I can’t stop thinking that maybe this could be a good thing, maybe we were meant to do something different this year and that this is just a sign.” She says finishing her sentence turning to look at me like she expects me to turn around and yell at her or something. I breathe out a sign of relief, she understood.
“You know I was thinking the same thing as you,” I say smiling. “Let’s go to the mall. Do some retail r&r, sound good?”
“Don’t you have that interview with the police?”
“Yes, doesn’t mean I’m going to go.” I say as we walk towards to the gate.
“In that case I guess we had better go.” She says
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