Free to fly - Part one
I want Freedom. She wrote it down in her book without noticing. I want freedom. "Everyone, please quiet down a little! I can't hear my thoughts!" She giggled. Mr Smith, her Biology Teacher was a strangely nervous looking man, though his lessons were good after all. He breathed out and laughed quickly. Then he drew back he papers in his hand. "Okay, you guys win again. No rehearsal today!" An enthusiasm shout through the classroom and some students began to drum on their tables. She shook her head and noticed finally. I want freedom.
Next Lesson. French. Je ne parle pas français. Well, it was the only thing she could really speak in normal French, for so long it normal was. But she loved the language as much as she obeyed her lover. Who didn't loved her, and besides. She hadn't had one. And so with French, she hated it with all her heart. But as long as she kept her grades high and she didn't make any noise during Mrs. Kipps lessons, and as long as she took her books in perfect state to school, she wouldn't have to say much, and especially no apologizes in French!!
"Are you okay?" She looked up and saw Ann, her daily sit-next-to mate worrying about her. She wrote a six lettered letter and nodded. Ann sighed softly, for the teacher was looking at her, and she opened her book. "Now, if we can continue, page three hundred please, trois cent! Kevin, can you read.."
Finally the day was over. She looked up to the bright sky and felt the warm sunshine on her face. For a few seconds she felt it. It was terribly feeling good. No things she had to do, no people giving advice she didn't needed. It was the freedom she hungered to. And then it was gone. Already.
She step on her bike and ride away, giggling about the lovers next to the lockers outside. It could be a sunny day. Could be.
She, she was Caithlyn.