La cossssta
"La cossssta,"
I groaned, who even thought of giving these teachers a job.
"La cosssta! Come on join in, LA COSSSSTTTAA!"
I stretched and leant back in my chair, Mrs Beever was doing one of her inspections again. Coming round all the classes to see if the teachers were really 'up to scratch'.
Mrs Beever was one of those ABSOLUTLY terrifying headteachers with short brown hair and about three possible faces they can make: Fake pleased (usually after exams), angry (when we have made too much noise within fifteen metres of her) and her favourite face, her superior face. You know the type, the 'I am better than you all, you should be scaarreed' type of face.
Sitting at the back with her superior face on, our headteacher wrote something down in her file thing. Señorita Magill looked nervously at the board, then back at us. Obviously pleading with us to join in, to look like we actually cared about beaches and habitats.
After all the crap she had given us over the last two years? Errm... how about no? Listen Señorita Magill, you deserve this.
I looked round at all the people in my form, the same dull, slightly amused expression on all of our faces... well we can just wish that next year we won't have her!
I sighed, by this point our Spanish teacher had moved on to, 'LA CASSSAA'. Houses apparently.
Closing my eyes I imagined myself in a forest, possibly Mirkwood. But anywhere in Middle Earth would do. Today it was Mirkwood. I would be walking through the forest, while tree's much taller than the ones in England were towering above me. The silence of the woods was broken only by the odd calling of birds and rustle of the wind in the trees. I could sense all these things, when suddenly a familiar voice startled the natural quiet of Mirkwood.
"I was not expecting you here, Lucy."
Boromir. It was Boromir.
I had known him long ago, when I was a child. We were just childhood friends. He would come out and meet me during the day, when he had told his father that he was out training. We would play hide and seek, in the markets of Gondor, hiding behind stalls. We made many friends with the sellers! We were known as the 'Two children' among the market people. Until one day, he changed.
Didn't meet me where we usually did. Just stopped seeing me. I waited, hoping that he had just forgotten. Or that his father had kept him in for some reason. But he didn't turn up the next day. Or the day after. I had no idea why, and I didn't see him for the next six years. The market people forgot about the 'Two children' We were probably replaced by some other children. Younger. Loyal friends...
Until one day, in a usual bustling market place, I saw him again! In all his Gondor uniform. He had the same face, same looks. But with a different air to it.
He looked arrogant, obnoxious, he had a 'superior face' on.
I watched him, as he 'interacted' with us common people. He turned around from the certain stall he was inspecting, swishing his chain-mail so that it knocked over a stall. Spilling its contents of apples all over the floor.
The usual white courtyards of Gondor were marked with green and red as the fruit rolled down the streets. Outraged, I ran over and started to help pick up the fruit. Frantically scrabbling round the floor trying to pick up and many apples as I could before they all spread out to far! Straightening up, I noticed Boromir staring at me. Just watching as I helped the poor lady re arrange her stall.
A nearby seller, who had also come over to help looked between us, and I saw a flash of recognition come over his face. I heard him mutter 'Two children' before turning back to his business.
Boromir gave me one last disgusted look, and stalked off.
"La pissssaaa"
I turned around, shocked to hear Boromir say this... when I was drawn out of my trance. I opened my eyes to see a arrogant, obnoxious superior face in front of me, to rival even Boromir's on that particular market day.
Mrs Beever.
