Another year in a not-so-new place and I still don't know where all the classrooms are!
I cursed under my breath as I searched for my history class, past the library, the junior classrooms, where is it!
Finally I see the big bold letters printed above the door to my classroom, I made it!
I rush over to see rows and rows of students sitting, slumping, cramped under the desks as Mr. S paces across the front of classroom. I grab the handle of the door only to find it won't open. Panicking and with blood rushing to my face in embarrassment, I knock on the door. Mr. S looks over but dismissively shakes his head and faces the class again. Shocked and even more embarrassed, I knock again but Mr. S doesn't even look my way, how rude!
I turn away from the door in defeat, feeling the heat in my face and fingers, why won't he open the door; I am doing history as a subject.
I collapse against the brick wall and feel the cold wintery bricks press against my jumper; sending cold shivers down my spine. I sat there for about 15 minutes ponding what I did to deserve Mr. S's trivializing tone, was I really that late?
Before someone shifted me back from my daze by kicking my numb foot as to wake me up.
"Hey, I don't really like being…" I looked up to see a tall, muscular boy staring down at me, his green eyes curiously staring at me with his lips pressing together as to contain his laughter.
"I don't like being kicked, even if it doesn't hurt". I shakily stood up, using my books to create distance between this unknown stranger who seemed to be towering over me.
"I'm sorry I didn't know kiddo, I thought you were asleep" He smiled when he said this as though he was sincere…
"Kiddo? How old do you think I am?"
"I don't know, 14 or 15, you look pretty young" He smiled again as though he wished to be friendly and less demeaning, but it wasn't working, it was just frustrating me even further
"Excuse me!"
"Yes, excuse you" I looked over and Mr. S was standing outside the door, gesturing us to enter. Again blushing, I entered the classroom and sat down at the nearest seat, only to find this prejudice-age-judging lunatic to seat right next to me. How dare he! I mean I know I look young and all but 14! That's just vulgar!
"Now class, I am sure you can take the demonstration completed by our volunteers Ms. Darling and Mr. Pan that if you arrive late to my class, you get punished on the spot. I am not one for giving out detentions lucky for you two". Mr. S looked over at him and me before addressing the class once again.
"Hey kiddo, you new or something" he whispered
"Mr. Pan! I will give out detentions if I feel the necessary need!"
"Sorry Mr. S, won't interrupt again" Mr. S replied with a cold stare right at him before answering questions from the other students. I felt his gaze settling on me as if he wanted me to answer, but I wasn't going to risk it. Class finished soon after and I rushed out of there within one breath before either him or Mr. S asked me back. Thankfully, they missed me and I made it through till break.
"Hey, god it's been way too long, where were you over summer break?" was my greeting from Penny. I've known Penny since we started school last year and in one sense she is like my soul sister, but in another sense, she can be a bit too much to handle. She snuggled me in a hug before placing her hands on her hips demanding an answer.
"I am sorry I was just busy" which was true, I was, just not all the time. I forced a somewhat convincing smile but she just nodded and laughed, I returned her laughter with a genuine smile before heading to English. The day whipped past me as I walked down memory lane, which is actually name of the street, that's probably why I love it so much, the tress are laced with purple blossoming flowers soaking up the spring sunlight, there is freshly cut grass snipping the air and the smell of fresh water flowing out of birdbaths and garden fountains fills the air, this is bliss.
"Hey!" I look up to see him, again!
"Sorry Kid, I didn't" His green sparkling eyes look directly into hers, puzzling her mind, "Oh sorry, I didn't see you there 17 year old" He plants a graciously amused smile on his lips, pressing his lips together again to contain his now bottled humor.
"Could you just laugh already, you've been doing that all day," I stated. He looked at me confounded; I rolled my eyes in response.
"You have been trying to laugh at me all day, why don't you" I asked
"I didn't think it was overly nice to laugh at a girl"
"Oh so now you're a gentleman?" I demanded
"What are you talking about?" he again looked at me with that sophisticated confused look on his face. I just looked away and pushed him aside. What is his problem? I don't even know him! I huffed and puffed my way home only to find a note of the kitchen table
Hey sweetie,
Could you please pull out the mice for Spag Bog and hang up the washing in the laundry
Thanks Wendy,
James
Yeah right, I am not doing anything for you! James is mum's new "hang around" as I call them, men who love mum and her "kids" but leave before she can ask them to do anything around the house. I just sighed and headed to my room. I chucked my bag down in the corner, turned on my stereo almost full blast and lay on my bed. I felt the warm embrace of my clean sheets and familiar tunes surrounding me like a sea of water. I was getting caught in the swishing and waves of sound lapping up against my clothes, but then it got cold. I felt the water around my throat, gripping me tighter and tighter, swishing down my throat and robbing me of my breath. I gripped my chest and it felt it constricting, slowly closing down and giving up on me.
"No, no please, plea…" the water slowed my words before they stopped. I felt the darkness wash over me, put then I felt something, someone grab my shoulder, they were shaking me, yelling at me, I couldn't see them though.
"Help! Help me" I screamed. Then it was gone, I opened my eyes. I looked around, I was in my bedroom room, my records piled high on my shelves, my cameras systematically rotated row in row by my bed, but it was my room. I looked around confused before I stopped, and screamed.