Chapter 1 : Golden eyes
She was running. Her feet were moving as fast as she could when she ran up the escalator from the subway towards the exit.
When the brown haired girl in purple converse, black jeans, blue t-shirt that was almost covered by her black jacket and a Shoulder Bag finally reached the final escalator and got up on St:eriksgatan , she took up her iPhone and her worried blue-green eyes looked at the small digital clock on the screen.
Damn, just five minutes left!
The girls continued running pass the stores along the road and then finally saw the familiar sign of "Eleven to Seven". There she turned left and a few steps later she took a sharp turn to the right.
She took no time to slow down when her school came in sight and she continued to run along the school wall to the stairs that when to the ground floor. Once up the stairs she stopped, only to use her door pass to open the door. Then she turned left and went down a level. She finally slowed down when her classroom was in sight. The other people that went in her class still stood outside the classroom.
She sighed. She made it in time.
She reached the group of people and said hello and some answered her, some ignored her.
As usual.
Just after a few minutes came her art teacher, Sonya and looked up the classroom and everybody went in and sat down at the tables in the big white room with big windows along the east wall.
Hello everybody! Said Sonya and smiled. I hope your Easter Holiday break was fun, but now let's see which ones of you that came back. She smiled and started read up the names on the class list.
"Mike?" " Here!"
"Sarah?" "Yup!"
"Maria?" "Here!"
"Cecilia?" "Im here."
"Erik?" "Yes"
"Emma?"
Emma, which pulse still hadnt calmed itself from her unexpected run reacted to her name and said "Hai!"
Later, when all names had been called and surprisingly, everybody was there, there was a knock on the door. Sonya rose up and walked to the door and opened it.
Then she started talking to someone and Emma heard Sonya's laughing that indicated that she had forgotten something.
As usual.
Then she heard her say " well, then come in and I will introduce you to the class"
Soon she walked back into our sight. And, a few steps behind her, a boy walked in.
Emma could hear the girls in her class take a deep breath. It was pretty close she couldn't hold herself to do it herself. The boy that came in was tall, at least 1:70cm and had long silvery hair that ended underneath his shoulders. Emma stared at the boy's hair. It had to be colored, right? But it seemed so real. It looked so right…on him.
Then he turned to the class so she could see his face. His golden eyes met hers. They looked shocked for a moment, but then their expression changed. His gaze lingered for a while, their now curious look making her cheeks heat up.
"Alright everybody" Sonya looked at us and then placed a hand on the boys shoulder.
"This is Sam and he is going to start in this class from today and on"
"The A or B part?" The girl which had talked out loud without permission, Aggie, a girl with fire red hair looked expectantly at Sonya. Aggi colored her hair every week and it has been purple too. But more witchy purple, not the warm and nice tone.
Emma rolled her eyes. Aggi wanted him in the A class, of course. During these first months in high school she had learnt that she liked... spending time with guys. Especially hot ones. And Sam was… more than that.
"A or B? Uh..." Sonya looks slightly confused and then dived into her papers, digging around and after the answer. After a few looong minutes of searching and she found a paper and triumphal held it up.
"Aha! Here it is…"
She looked down at the paper and read through its contents.
"Hmm…"
She looks up at us and said with a smile "Sam is going to be in the A class"
Emma looked up. She saw the triumphant smile on Aggies face and some other disappointed faces of the B class girls.
But she couldnt ignore the fact that she was happy that he was in her part-class. She blushed again and looked down into the table. Why do I feel so happy just by seeing him or being near him? She thought and started to play with her hair.
