Hollowed Whispers

Chapter Two

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YAY, CHAPTER TWO! READY FOR A NOTE?

I step out of the steaming hot shower, grab my big fluffy white towel and wrap it around myself. I then grab my smaller towel and wrap it around my head to dry my hair. But as I step out the towel simply slides off my head and on to the white tiled floor. I've only just learnt to wash myself and I've not quite yet grasped how to wash my hair. I pick it up and reapply the towel to my head, grabbing a white (surprise, surprise) toothbrush. I pad over to the sink, topped with a large steamed up mirror. I draw a picture in the steam as I brush my teeth.

"Amaya, hurry up. You have to finish your morning classes early if you want to read your note at lunchtime!"

I had almost forgotten about the note! I dry my hair quickly and get dressed in record time, rushing out of my pod and to my first lesson of the day (the classes are one to one).

Maths where I get a lecture on the importance of fractions. Then, Science ... yay (sarcasm)! I suck at Science. Then finally my last morning lesson, Catering! I'm not that bad at it, I know right surprising isn't it? But being the cluts I am, I burn my hand and have to go get a bandage and an ice pack. Then finally lunch!

But because I had to go get a bandage I only have enough time to eat lunch. Guess I'll have to wait until after lessons to get my note.

I sit through four more lessons; Geography, English, Common knowledge, and History.

In History, Miss. Hob let's me go early so that I can get my note. Sometimes being the teacher's pet can pay off! I knock on the door to Steve's office. I don't get a reply. I open the door just enough to fit my head through and look in to see Steve at his desk working on an important looking document. "Um... it's me, Amaya." He doesn't even look up from the computer screen, "Ah, yes! Amaya, I've been expecting you to drop by. Here for your next note are you? " He spins around in his chair to open the file cabinet - our notes are the only things to be kept on paper, everything else is digital - he flicks through the folders to find the right one. He finds it before I have time to reply. "Here you go, your next note! "

He holds the note out for me to take. The envelope is just like the others old and beautiful, I could tell that my former self liked history too; she must of brought them especially, you cannot come across something so beautiful by accident. I hesitate, savoring the moment. "Oh, and I need to give you this!" Steve blurts out as soon as I take the note. Steve pulls out a box from under his desk. It's old and beautiful just like the envelopes. "Here to keep your notes in." Steve hands me the box with a board expression; like it's just some old box, to him it probably is, but to me it's beautiful.

I walk back to my pod with the box in one arm, and the note in my other hand. I walk into my pod and sit on my bed, placing the box and note on the bed next to me. I scramble to find my other notes. I line all of my notes up around the box. I open the box, it smells as old as it looks. But not in a bad way; it smells good, I don't know how to describe it. Well even if I could, what would I have to compare it to? Everything in here smells of cleaning products; everything here is white bland.

I open the envelope to reveal the matching paper that it's hand written on. The paper has the same distinct scent. The note says: