Hey I'm back, I didn't relies how many people had actually clicked on the story until I looked at the stats, my heart warmed and again from the reviews and comments I received, to those who have alerted I am sorry for the delay and I hope this lives up to your expectations. I have been battling how to do this chapter.
I shall class this as an alternate chapter, it is from the boy's point of view, so just remember that it is not necessary, I tossed and turned whether to include this and I have decided to.
Miss Austen owns her stuff and I mine.
Finally he was out of the reaches of his best friend's sister; Caroline. Though she was also undertaking the extra year course, of which the last 12 weeks would be spent at Hertfordshire, she had chosen less exerting lessons based around home economics.
Far removed from the prestigious home tutoring system, the Bingley's saw their ageing children and decided they needed to be thrust into society and their futures set in concrete. They had all toured around the school and settled final class's long before the school bell had rang leaving them time to get lost without the staring. William settled into the corner seat at the back of the room, gazing out at the students pouring into the school with their blue knitted jumpers crumpled into bags. Charlie was fidgeting and flicking though his textbooks trying to stop himself from glancing at the door and the clock repeatedly.
The first day of school, first lesson and drama where a lethal mix for his friend, who became tongue-tied as soon as a skirt wearing girl entered his eyesight. The drama teacher's scalp shone as he busied himself scrawling on the white board, trying to stay as close to the fan as possible.
The school bell yelped out to the lingering students running towards the prison like gates. Charlie jumping in the sticky plastic seat, the cracking of his knee on the underside of a bubblegum covered desk resonated through the classroom. Mr. Drama Teacher sent a pitying smile towards Charlie; it was hard enough to restrain myself when he sent the same one to me, my grimace fighting my lips. Students trickled in clutching Satchels and Rucksacks, trying to subtly figure out the new students. Mr. Drama quickly flitted to his students directing them to seats like an aircraft controller.
Although it was a small class, the school was captured in its social groups in the class. As per school children, they measured you up in one glance, trying to find which tailor you came from. There were a few popular students those generally and the mean popular; the ones who where in with the P.E. teachers, a few musicians carrying various heavy instruments, nerds, punks and freaks where all among the assortments.
The hands of the clocked seemed to be frozen in time as Mr. Drama rounded the classroom, handing out heavy books and trying to find one student who had completed the homework assignment, he droned on discussing film technique and acting tricks, the class accustomed to the break sat gossiping, catching up on sleep or peering at Charlie and me.
Soon saved by the earth's rotating only 15 minutes remained of the class and when the second hand struck the four two girls rushed in, the first looked particularly disheveled as if she had run from her home, chestnut brown hair had escaped from a bun which was windswept her chocolate brown eyes hidden behind wisps of hair, she panted as she hoisted her leather satchel back on her shoulder and twisted her skirt. If Caroline was to see this girl, she would have ripped the girl to sheds from her untainted face clear of makeup to scuffed shoes and fallen knee length socks. She drew looks from the rest of the class a few smothered laughs and some fellow boys stared at her slighter too high skirt. She was not a beauty, her hair not tame, not the tallest or the thinnest but her intrigue came from her eyes her mouth which now looked apologetic. The girls behind her quite and plain like a mouse, she could easily be a teacher's pet if she didn't remain quite, and she could be an evil genius too. The other girl was quite obviously a sister however her hair was much closer to black and secured tightly in a scraped back ponytail, her glasses perched gently on her nose and her backpack fastened securely to her.
In a rush the first girl started speaking amazingly fast before the teacher could even say a word, not stopping for a breath as she explained how two other people couldn't find something and then getting caught in traffic.
Mr. Drama was either overwhelmed, like the girls or knew the other ones he let them go with a warning and pointed them over to a desk in front of Charlie and I.
Only one other thing happened of interest, a school drama play and all drama students would be expected to take part and appear at auditions tonight at 5. The girl in the glasses sharply looked up and shot her hand up like a young Hermione.
"What play are we doing?"
The rest of the class looked up too, it was their grade.
"Well Miss Collins, you'll find out tonight."
The class where quickly dismissed but the girl in the skirt lingered as she packed up, her timetable perched on the table showed she had a maths lesson. A shame, only one class together so far.
As she walked out and I followed with Charlie at my side I wondered why I cared, she was a nobody and I would only know her for 12 weeks, I could only guess she was a Collins, with at least one sister or possibly more maybe two.
The audition tonight would hopefully not be the second time they met today.