Flashback
POV: Aeson
Aeson: -I am genuinely angry. I woke up very early this morning. Why did my parents take me to this school? I don't like it. I don't want to live in my school, and it's worse, they're not going to be with me. Only for summer and Christmas. I already hate it here. I don't like this room I'm in, and my parents told me I'll have a roomie to be my friend. I don't want to be friends with someone and live with them too. I'm not liking second grade at all and it hasn't even started. I heard someone knocking at the door taking me out of my inner grumble.- yes? -I asked, opening the door.-
Headmistress Daniella: good morning sweetie, there's an activity outside so you get to meet your new classmates. -she looked at me, smiling tenderly. I don't care about how lovely she looks anyway. I've decided I'm hating this and I'll stick to it.- I know it may be difficult for you to be apart from your parents for that much time, but here you can make new friends and it'll be easier for you to study, you'll have an easier access to education. Follow me to go to the auditorium. And don't forget to close the door. -she started walking, holding my hand. I don't care about the access to my education. I want to be with my mom.- here is a very safe place. In your schedule it says your home room and your home room teacher is teacher Linda Clarke, the blonde woman that's right there. -she pointed with her whole hand at a woman standing in front of a line of children, smiling at them.- you see the children over there in a line? Those are your classmates. They're from all parts of the United States and even some of them are from other countries. -she sounded solemn and excited, smiling at me.- go and stand there at the end of the line. -ok, that woman gives me good vibes. It may be good to give this place an opportunity. But I still must not trust.-
Aeson: thank you. -I said, putting on my best face and going where she indicated me previously.-
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Aeson: -we've been here for a lot of time. We sang the National Anthem and then the teacher that brought me here said some things. I was bored since before standing here. Now, I am even more bored. It's like 9:00 am and I'm in extreme bad mood. After the Headmistress finally finished with the scholar things, the blonde teacher took us to the classroom.-
Teacher Linda: good morning students. I'm teacher Linda Clarke and I'm your home room teacher. Just for you to know, this isn't a class, this will be just for you to introduce yourselves. As you can see the desks are joined so... -she started watching us like thinking.- Lilian sits with María... Beatrice with... what's your name sweetie? -she asked looking at boy. I don't know how she already knows this people's names. Maybe they've been here since before. That sounds sad.-
Percy: my name's Percy, teacher. -he replied, in a very childish tone, even for being a second grader. It would be funny to hear him curse. His smile is also very innocent.-
Teacher Linda: thank you, Percy. Beatrice, you go with Percy. -she said, they both went to sit in some desks at the front. I was just standing there really hoping to not get a bad partner.- Your name sweetie? -she now looked at me. Her smile is big enough to be scary. But her eyes are gentle.-
Aeson: I'm Aeson, teacher. -I said with the same face I've had all day. I'm trying to have a good face though. Let it be known that this is me trying.-
Teacher Linda: ok darling you go with... -she looked then at the other children.- Jaden. -she pointed at a tiny, dirty blond, white boy with all her hand instead of using one finger. That remembered me of my parents. They told me that it's bad to point with one finger.-
Aeson: -I sat with the boy she pointed in a desk at the back of the classroom. He really seems tiny. His hair is wavy closer to straight, his eyes are gray. He looks at me and smiles. He's missing a front tooth.-
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