Emily hurried into school on Friday, laden with a number of books and still slightly disheveled from falling asleep at her desk the last night. She turned her head and her neck popped loudly, forcing her to wince. She yanked out her lanyard and placed it unceremoniously over her head, flashing her student ID at Dr. Liner, her principal. He nodded curtly and she ran to her locker as one runs through a obstacle course: with great difficulty. She finally reached her destination and impatiently twirled in the combination of her locker. She shoved her messenger bag inside, on the top shelf, allowing it to take the place of the binder she had previously yanked out. She opened the lid on her canister of pens and pencils, withdrawing one of each. She hurried to class, snagging JJ and a handful of espresso beans on her way. Jayj stumbled sleepily after her determined friend. "I refuse to be late!" Emily hissed. JJ frowned and waved at their psychology teacher as they dove into the English classroom.
"Cutting it a bit close, don't you think, Miss Prentiss? Miss Jareau?" They nodded and took their seats as the bell rang. "Alright! Time to pass up those essays!" Ms. Randell exclaimed. A chorus of groans echoed in the classroom, and Emily pulled her essay out. One, two, three, four pages; it was all there. She handed it to Bradley Clemmons, who was sitting in front of her. He turned and grinned wickedly at her. "So, Prentiss, you gonna sing for me at the talent show this year?" Emily chuckled awkwardly."Uh, we'll see." She replied, quickly picking up her novel and promptly sticking her nose in it. After all the papers were passed up, Randell picked a few to read. The whole thing was just a persuasive essay on a school appropriate topic, between two and five pages long. "Okay, Miss Jareau, Mr. and Miss Clemmons, and Miss Greenaway, you will all be reading!" Ms. Randell exclaimed with far too much enthusiasm for an English teacher in her late thirties at eight fifteen in the morning. I glanced back at JJ with a wry smile on my face. She stuck her tongue out at me as a retort. JJ stood up, smoothed her pencil skirt, and strode up to Ms. Randell, who handed her a paper. JJ proceeded to read, without enthusiasm, the reasons why everyone needed to see a psychologist or psychiatrist a few times a year to maintain good mental health. Finally all the papers were read and Ms. Randell passed out some form they needed to go to the local Shakespearian Festival next Friday afternoon. Emily slid it into a folder and got her stuff together, twisting her torso when she felt a tapping on her shoulder. "Hey," Haley Brooks began in a low voice. "So I was thinking that maybe you could help me with those two linear equations that we have to graph as our refresher homework tonight." She gave me an angelic smile and I slid my email address to her on a sheet of paper. "Just facetime me. And you might want to consult your little sister, too. Isn't she in the eighth grade?" I replied, bored. How on earth do you forget linear equations? Mr. Morrison practically pounded it into our heads in middle school.
Haley grinned widely at her. "Great! I was going to get Aaron to help me, but he's going to the football game tonight, obviously. Oh wait!" I smile came across her face. "I have to cheer tonight! It's K Prentiss; I'll just get it off Elle in the morning!" Finally the bell rang and Emily sprinted out of the room as fast as she could, and finally threw herself into Mr. Carpenter's room, shutting the door behind her. It was her free period, and Mr. Carpenter's, so she elected to be his aide rather than pick a second elective. Mr. Carpenter stuck his head out of his closet door and smiled warmly at her. "Hey there, Emily; how was English for you?" Mr. Carpenter asked, departing from the closet with a notebook and a pack of mechanical pencils. Emily nodded her head mechanically. "Yeah…" she replied, running her fingertips through her hair. "It was alright, I suppose." She concluded, sliding into the desk in front of his. He laughed at her in good humor, stacking papers in a certain order on his desk. "So does that mean the headache has already begun?" He questioned her mockingly, and she only laughed in response, taking a pencil off of his desk and reaching for her notebook. She set it on the top of her own desk and started writing.
In a land where all the sparrows sing
In a land where love is what autumn brings
Is that the land that heals
In a world where flowers are only born and died
In a world where you're all drunk on Italian wine
It is a barren land
And she wrote and wrote until the bell signaled her freedom. She gave Mr. Carpenter thumbs up, and then jogged to P.E. And finally the day ended, and the student body ran outside to the pep rally. Emily stopped and waited for JJ to catch up. Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, she stopped to see who it was. JJ, not noticing that Emily had stopped, passed her with Spence and Pen, heading outside. Emily stared, dumbstruck at the contact name that glowed brightly on her phone.
Ian 3 Calling
Emily shivered, but lifted the cellphone to her ear. "Um, Hello?"
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