It was dark and eerie by the water. I was standing next to a large rectangular pool, half full of sea-blue water. The moon shone brightly, brighter then it would ever shine back home. By the light of Selene I saw a woman treading water in the pool, dressed in a bright red, halter-neck bikini despite the chilling wind that blew my hair from my face. She swam delicately to the side, and grabbed the edge, only a few centimeters away from my bare feet. She lifted herself slowly from the water and sat on the side, her hair and body dripping water onto the cement ground. I didn't move away, somehow I knew this woman wasn't a threat. She turned her head towards me, and a sudden trepidation filled my heart. She was breath-takingly beautiful, with hair that was bright blonde, nearly white even when it was wet. I couldn't decide what colour her eyes were, as they kept changing and flickering with different, lovely colours. Her lips were painted the same colour as her swimming suit, and her face showed no blemishes whatsoever. She smiled at me, kind but somehow intimidating.
"Louyla Jackson?' she asked, her voice as sweet as a nightingale's. I tried to answer, but no sound left my mouth. I tried again, and this time I could only let out a soft sigh,
"Louyla Jackson?" she asked again, this time her voice turning angry and aggressive. She stood up, swinging her feet out of the water and drew herself up to her true height. I tried to back away, but my feet were stuck as well as my voice. She grinned evilly and her head turned into one I recognized.
"Louyla Jackson!"
I jerked my head up suddenly, startled by the voice. I blinked away the last remnants of my horrible daydream, and the ugly, blown up face of Mrs. Pepper filled up the majority of my vision. Mrs. Pepper was my overly strict English teacher, always seeming to drool gross, stringy saliva when she got mad. Unfortunately, that happened often. After about 5 seconds of my having to endure staring at her face, she moved away.
'Louyla June Jackson! How many times do I have to tell you to pay attention?" I looked down at the blank worksheet I was supposed to be working on, hoping Mrs. Pepper would freak out another kid for a change. Thankfully, she went back to marking our exam papers at her dek, and I was left in peace.
As you would have been able to tell, I'm Louyla Jackson, probably the kid who gets in the most trouble in the 7th grade. Its not always my fault, you know. I can't help making things happen when I'm angry. I'm surprised they haven't expelled me yet. Especially the time when I made the vegetables in our class vegetable patch grow at an impossible speed. That was in year six though, a week before we were supposed to leave. They couldn't expel me then.
A dry cough to my right made me look over. My best friend James was scribbling something in black pen on the worksheet, his face scrunched up in concentration, his black fringe flopping over his eyes. I held my hand over my mouth to suppress a laugh. He always tried so hard to impress the teachers in everything he did. He was such a suck-up. He looked over at me, mouthing "What?" I shook my head, and looked over to my left. Knora was shaking with silent giggles, her curly red hair bouncing wildly. Freckels were scattered all over her nose, and it looked like she spent heaps of time in the sun. Truthfully, she spent more time inside then out. She looked over at me and smiled widely. She pointed to her worksheet with a long finger and continued with her work.
I turned to my own worksheet, staring at the incomprehensible words. Mrs Pepper couldn't expect a dyslexic kid to be able to decipher this. All the letters swam across the paper, jumbling in with each other. Instead, i looked out the window that was next to Rodger's desk and stared at the trees, their branches swaying slightly in the wind, like they were dancing to a song only they could see. Oh how i wished that i was able to go outside and climb them, or able to water the flowers in the garden beds, who desperatly needed a drink. Gardening always made me happy. Planting seedlings in burrows of soil and waiting for them to fully grow was so relaxing to me. It was much more entertaining them school.
"Louyla Jackson!" I rolled my eyes and reluctantly drew my eyes back to the thin piece of paper in front me, thinking about how beautiful the tree it was made out of would have been.