Shadows of the Night C2-
Ugh. I hate third period. Math. It's just so annoying. I mean, it's not that I'm bad at it; it's just that sometimes I can be too smart. So the work just gets irritating.
SCREEEEECH!
The sound of the teachers' chair scraping on the linoleum as she got up to answer the ever ringing classroom telephone. We all waited impatiently to hear what- if any- news was being received.
"Well class, it seems we are going to be receiving a new student. She will be here in just a few moments, and when she does arrive, I expect you all to be welcoming, polite, and help her." The teacher paused a moment to think. "I'll give you the rest of the period to get to know her. If any of you have close to the same classes, I would please ask you to be her chauffeur around the school."
I knew none of the kids would, so even if this was the only class I had, I would still show her around. As if on cue, a small, delicate girl with auburn-brown hair walked through the doorway. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And that is something coming from me. See, I do not date. Yeah I have a lot of girls hanging around me, but I've never given them the time of day in that sense.
"Class, this is our new student, Willow Jackson." She waved shyly at the class. Mrs. Meyer- the teacher- then introduced us all. I sat at my desk while all the other students surrounded her. After about ten minutes she broke away from the crowd and sat down in the desk in front of me. I took my chance.
"Weird, huh?"
"Excuse me?" she had a slight French accent.
"How they all seemed interested in you."
"Oh. Yes. It is." She spoke in a mannerly fashion. As if she was from a different era of time. This girl was a mystery.
"I'm Nathan by the way. Nathan King." I reached over to her, offering my hand. She took it and shook it firmly. Her hand was cold as ice.
"Willow." That's when it struck me. I can't really tell you if it was the way she said it, almost as a whisper. Or if it was the way she looked up at me, staring into my eyes, like open doors leading down into my very core. This girl was very, very different. She didn't belong here in Los Angeles. She didn't belong to this time. So where did she come from…?
I snapped out of my trance, hoping my constant staring wasn't disturbing her. I looked down then back up. She was looking away.
"So, um, can I see your classes? Maybe I have more with you." She nodded and handed me a folded up piece of yellow paper. I stared at it. Amazing. All the same classes. Even the free period and lunch. "Cool. All the same as me. I'll be your guide." I paused a second. "That is, if you want, me to be."
"Yeah, why not? At least I'll have someone I know wherever I go. A friend."
She considers me a friend?
By lunch Willow had really opened up more. I found out that she was very talkative.