There was an unknown boy sitting on my desk. As I have guessed it was a new student, I wasn't inspired with him at all:
"Great" – I thought – "We are with one dunce ahead from the other classes."
As the teacher entered the classroom, he presented to us the new boy formally. His name was Alexander and he was really weird. His eyes were strange and erratic, filled with hatred.
Everything changed with his arrival. He was manipulating every one of us in some strange way. He succeeded in putting our class in perfect order as it had never been before. I didn't know how he did it, because actually he wasn't talkative at all.
A number of bizarre events happened after his coming. I had inexplicable nightmares and the nights were like shadowy and unreal. Strange voices and noises were coming to my ears while I was asleep and they were talking to me in a strange, unknown language. I wasn't the only one who complained about that – everyone in our class had some weird things happening to them, but it seemed that I had much more to tell about. About a month after his arrival almost all the teachers and staff left the school and of course, new ones came in their place. We were reassuring each other that everything was okay saying that the new director of the school was corrupted and he had appointed many of his relatives to work here. Well, I have to tell you that I was satisfied with my new teachers; they were great young people who were always smiling at us and explaining things like they did care whether we understood them or not. It was wonderful that many of us felt that they can talk about everything with the school masters. Let me give you a few examples: The teacher of geography was a young woman, with black hair, wearing glasses which were emphasizing her wise blue eyes. She was kind and talkative, but at the same time really strict and everyone knew they are in big trouble if they break the rules. She was thus explaining the lessons in geography that there was no need to learn or read them after school. The P.E teacher was telling us jokes. There was something strange – all the teachers didn't like Alexander. Yes, right, he deserved it, but you must agree with me that is was a weird thing. He made everyone of us feel really bad, but there was one good thing which he had made for us without knowing it – he had united us against himself. Everything seemed to be okay for the outside world. The School was still peeling but the many students standing on the windows like sparrows made it look like cheerful place. Hundreds of happy parents often came to thank to the teachers for their professionalism which had made their children excellent students and worthy people.
I don't know if actually there was a man who was suspending that one day I will reveal this great mystery. Who was I anyway? I was the outsider of the class and by the opinion of the all students in our school I was a stupid and helpless girl who can't do anything by herself.
Notes: I apologize for not updating soon, but it's the end of the schoolyear and I have some really awlful tests, so I have to read and learn for them. I know that this little update is not not long enough but everything will be over soon and I will have plenty of time to write my stories. I am very happy to see that you like it. Thanks everybody for adding my story to his/her Story Alert subscription and I am especially thankful to Lori for the review. Please, write reviews, I'll be glad to see your opinion even if it's negative.