Klaine fic based in English, please review if you like etc.
One minute can change it all.
Friday 14th January 2012
'One minute you can be stood there thinking how utterly dull your life is and the next you can be hit with such a graceful but blasting force that leaves you breathless and feeling sublime. My breathing picked up and I felt I had ran a thousand miles up a mountain and back down, I could not hold back a shiver despite standing in a sweaty gymnasium on a busy Friday afternoon, the last day of the first term back, with children bustling there way around me where I stood transfixed on the stands…'
The rain was pattering on my quilted hood as I walked swiftly towards the dreary grey building that unfortunately holds my school that I will be stuck in for two more miserable years. The cold wind sharply attacked the expanse of skin which was displayed by my collar and I shivered and grabbed a fistful of my jacket to try and control the nimble amount of heat that was left to contain. The first day of any school year is always a challenge, having to re-structure your mind out of the pile of goo it has been transformed into during the summer holidays. Having to categorize the important new knowledge of what the teachers expect from you and what you are capable of achieving yourself. Luckily I like a challenge and I would be what most people call the typical 'nerd', the obvious mousey brown hair that lies in neat strands on my head, the thick rimmed glasses that are fixed upon my nose like they were meant to be there as I came out of my mother's womb, the same glasses which are scrutinized by the burly fat boys in my class to which I always reply to them, "At least I can read". I will never understand as long as I live why teenagers feel the need to point out each others flaws or disadvantages, or it might just be that in my case I don't see myself to have any disadvantages because I just feel normal even though most look at me like I'm alien.
I push back the thick doors whilst the ice cold handle stings my fingers, what a nice welcome back, this school loves me. The corridor is empty, well of course as I am hear at least an hour early. The stench of the carpet is still making itself aware even though the cleaners have thought they could cleverly mask it with some frebreeze or something, I trend my feet carefully along the corridor careful to not leave a trail of water dripping behind me I sometimes wonder if I should be so considerate because the floor will be wrecked the minute the students come bustling in with their muddy trainers and soaked umbrella's and jackets. My course continues as I deposit my coat on the wooden racks in the library, I have often thought I should have my own peg due to the amount of time I can be found in here. The temporary librarian Miss Harles wonders across the aisle her boots clicking on her way with her long blonde hair swishing back and forth behind her. "Alright, Kurt how was your hols?" she chirped making her way towards me with a bright smile. "Not too bad, dreadful weather though, hey…have you got that book I ordered?" I asked quickly just remembering I needed it for my English lesson. She looked bewildered but eventually with some shuffling she pulled out a small brown package from the second draw of her busy desk. "It got dropped off here yesterday…" I was about to ask why she was in so early, "- ah yes came in an extra day early to get this library in tiptop condition since Mrs. B is back tomorrow." Good old Mrs B, I had missed her, she had been taken ill with the flu my mum had told me in the summer. "Oh awesome thanks" I declared taking the package from her hand with a smile and bringing it over to the large round tables with thick cushioned chairs. Adjusting my glasses slightly I picked the package back up, examined it for a moment before slowly brushing my finger under the seal, the wonderful scent of a new book hit me which in my opinion was priceless. I dragged the book out of its confines and glanced at the front with wonder it read, 'The Great Gatsby', I suppose I should have read ahead in the summer, but for a strange reason I felt like being taken along in the flow with the others that had not read it either and being taught it there and then.
I must have got caught up with my thoughts for about an hour, that's something you should know about me, I'm a day dreamer, the alarm rang that familiar but incredibly annoying buzz that shoots through you either scaring you or filling you with dread and I packed up my book securely in my bag before depositing the remains of the package in the green recycling bin under the librarians desk. The corridor with thrumming with excitement, shouts echoed the halls and chirpy voices attacked your head with miniscule details of what everybody did this summer. Three girls huddled in the corner discussing their latest conquests while shooting longing looks at them down the hall giggling dramatically about what they got up to and how 'cute' it was. I rolled my eyes and sighed whilst looking expectantly at my timetable and I smirked at what I found staring back at me, English. I arrived at the classroom and greeted Mrs. Paeil as I took my place in the corner at the back, I might be a nerd, but that doesn't mean I like to flaunt it. She started writing in bold black letters 'The Great Gatsby' on the expanse of the whiteboard as I dragged my notebook and pen out of my bag. I shuffled in my seat and adjusted my skinny black jeans whilst pulling up my socks that lay bunched up at the bottom of my ankle. "Welcome Class" filled the room as Mrs. Paeil smiled back at us expectantly, "This year guys we are studying The Great Gatsby along with three other texts, but we will start that after this one, has anyone read it…?" she trailed off primarily glancing at me and I shook my head side to side a little guiltily. "Well that's alright then, we can have fresh perspectives as we read along that way." She replied giving me a small smiling and turning back towards the white board and writing some instructions on to it. I got on with the exercise and soon found myself glancing around the classroom watching the other students bop their heads quizzically trying to work out the answer. I scanned each one just out of curiosity, first a girl at the desk next to me, she I would say was the smartest one other than me in the room and even the year group. I could see she was just about finished with her answer so I quickly diverted my eyes to another group. There was a new student; his hair was a darker shade of brown which was bundled curly mess on his head. I couldn't see his face as it was at an angle.
The bell signaled the end of the lesson and I quickly shuffled my notebook back into my bag smiling to myself as I had survived the first lesson of a new school year, and I couldn't wait to learn even more. 'Curly' as I was calling him left in a hurry and I was still left feeling intrigued. The girl at the desk next to me, I should have mentioned she was my friend and everyone would always joke that we were joined at the hip and a married couple, but we were not romantically involved at all and all the jokes just got tiring after a while. "Hey Pen, have you got a free next?" I asked her standing in front of her desk. "Ah, no unfortunately I have science" she replied grimacing, I did too even I found science hard. "No worries, you know where to find me." I trailed off whilst backing out of the classroom. "Sure do" I heard faintly.
My thoughts returned to 'Curly' as I sat the next week in English. He had not attended the lesson and I was curious as to why. My attention soon however was held as Mrs. Paeil writing another task on the board.