I ignore the hellos and the welcomes. I can’t risk friends again.
Instead I stare up at the ceiling and the building’s main frames. The kids here probably don’t know their standing on an architectural miracle. It is impossible that this building has been standing for so long.
“Ah!” I yelp as someone bumps into me.
Time freezes as we meet gazes. My heart starts to pound harder and harder. He is perfect. His shiny perfect teeth gleam and show his freckles and floppy brown hair. He smiles at me.
“Hi, sorry about that…I’m Alex.”
“I-” I’m lost for words.
“I mean, I’m Hannah M…” I begin, but someone interrupts me.
“Oh, hi!” She clings onto Alex’s arm. “I didn’t see you there! I see you’ve met my boyfriend.” She emphasizes the word boyfriend.
“Oh. So she’s your girlfriend?” My heart falls down into a bottom less pit and yet lands with a crash.
Alex shoots her a glare but she ignores it.
“Come on sweetie,” she says with her sugar coated smile, pulling him by the arm down the hallway.
He stops and grabs her hand off. “You can’t just boss me around Reg, I’m busy,” he says and walks back to me.
Her smile fades and turns around with a look of pure hatred. To me.
“Sorry about that. Regina Regina
“Oh yeah…”
He grins at me, his perfect grin, “So your name was. Hannah…?”
“Hannah Miles.” My heart leaps as he smiles, he remembered my name!
He just stares and grins.
The moment comes to a crashing halt.
“I-”
“I gotta g-g-go,” I stammer.
I rush down the hallway, clutching my bag.
“Wait!” he shouts.
But he doesn’t follow
He doesn’t chase me
He doesn’t run after me
He doesn’t like me.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
He’s just some boy
He’s just some perfect boy
***
The lady at the reception desk is old and crabby.
She chews her gum loud and noisily.
“So.” *Chew chew* “You have to fill here.” She points to something.
“Here.”
“And here”
She quickly gets back to her book.
I can see she’s having some love trouble of her own. She’s reading one of those soppy love stories you always see. With the muscular man holding a lady in its arms.
I feel sorry for her, “I know how you feel,” I say.
“No, you don’t,” she says, sighing.
I get back to filling the forms and hand it back to her.
“You’re in class 6. Go down the hallway and through to the left.” She points.
***
I open the door carefully and peer around the corner.
Oh great, He’s here.
My face falls and I look down. He smiles at me.
I don’t smile back.
The teacher introduces himself as Mr. Hendrix.
“Now here’s a new student, Hannah Miles.”
A few boys whistle and chirp.
Some even call, “Oo, lala”
I shoot all of them a look of disgust.
Alex does too.
He’s so sweet. Gosh, why does he have to be with the stupid Regina
She looks at me and smiles.
“Those boys suck,” she grins. “I’m Casey,.”
“You know my name.”
I can’t be friends with her, I can’t.
“I’m sorry; I can’t be friends with you.” I look away from her.
I see her frown and sigh. “Why not?” she asks.
“You wouldn’t want to be friends with me,” I whisper.
“Hey, I don’t get attached to people, but take my advice, you’re gonna need a friend while you’re here, I don’t care if you’re bad or mean or selfish.”
She stares at me.
“I don’t think you are anyway.”
I think for a bit. She’s right. I should have at least one friend.
I shake her hand, “It’s nice to meet you. Casey.” I grin at her and she grins back.
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