Cherishing Cherry

Chapter 5

Cherry

When I had squeezed into my seat, I took a look around the classroom. The walls were painted a pale blue-perfect for maximum concentration and calmness-, the big, modern windows letting in lots of natural sunlight-perfect for maximum anti-hyperactivity-, the desk/chair thing-ys that they have in America were evenly spaced apart, the teachers desk about one and a half meters away from the front row of desks and the white board has a name scrawled messily in blue marker across the board. It was hard for me to make out, but I think I said 'Ms. Shirla', however I couldn't be sure. I looked around the room and saw Josh sitting awkwardly next to this dark haired kid wearing a 'Darwin's and Wallace's Theory of Evoloution' T-Shirt, baggy blue jeans and very worn out trainers. He smiled awkwardly at Josh. Josh nodded his head with a smile, then turned to me and gave me a look of utter dispair. I laughed and he smiled. Then, inturrupting this sweet momment that was rapidly turning awkward, was this voice.

"Excuse me?" the voice said. I looked up and saw a very beautiful girl. She had dark, glossy skin, sweet coffee bean coloured eyes, swooping curly black hair and a dazzling smile. I recognised her from somewhere, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "You're Cherry, right?" she asked, she had a typical New York accent, like almost everyone in this school.

"Uh, yeah." I said, gesturing for her to sit down.

"Oh! Where are my manners? My names's Kiara Jackson. We met on the plane back from Heathrow six weeks ago." She said to me, smiling widely. Of course! How could I be so stupid? Kiara! We talked about bands, YouTubers, films- or movies as they say in good ol' America (shut up Cherry!)- and a bunch of random crap. She was on a trip to England with her family over Summer Holiday, and we met on the plane. She was wearing a T-Shirt that was Tyler Oakly's merch . She wore distressed looking dark blue semi-skinny jeans, the TO T-shirt, a black denim jacket and scuffed white converse. Her  curly hair was loose around her shoulders, framing her goregous face.

The teacher slid elegantly up from behind her desk and stood in front of the white board, her hands clasped in front of her. She was a short, petite woman with light brown skin, the colour of milky coffee, dark brown wavy hair that cascaded down her shoulders and she had gorgeous large round amber eyes. She wore a 1950's style grey pencil dress, a pale pink suit jacket and sensible white 1950's style short-sih heels. She turned to address the class. As she droned on about something to do with algebra, I was talking to Kiara about nothing in particular. We were getting along like a house on fire.

I looked over at Josh, he was doodling something in his book. When he was finished, he looked up at the board. After about 20 seconds of actually looking at the work on the board, his head dropped quickly and landed on the desktop with a loud thwack! His head jerked back up, his eyes semi closed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. The class burst out laughing, including me-yes, I am apparently four years old and other people's pain is funny-. However, Ms. Shirla did not look happy. She put her hands on her hips and gave Josh a cold stare. He recoiled in his seat. 

"Joshua Oakly, do you mind telling me, and the whole class, why you hit your head on the desk?" she asked. Josh squirmed a little in his seat. Ms. Shirla sighed and turned back to the board. I looked over at Josh, and he looked at me as we both had to try hard to contain our laughter. We sat through the remaining 15 minutes of the lesson, trying desperatly hard to avoid eye contact, otherwise we'd dissolve into uncontrollable laughter. We failed miserably. I found out that Kiara was just like us and found random crap absoloutly hilarious. The bell rang. We packed up our notebooks and hurried outside into the corridor. And laughed. We laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

When we finally stopped laughing, we started talking about what just happened, that's when I saw him. He was walking down the corridor, surrounded by a sea of his friends, laughing and messing about. He flipped his long-ish dark red-ish black hair, dark coloured eyes and pale skin. He was tall and lightly muscled. He wore a dark red T-shirt, straight cut dark blue jeans, black converse and a black leather jacket. He had his rucksack slung over his left shoulder. I found myself staring at him. He was staring back. He winked at me, with a cheeky smile. I smiled back and turned back to facing forwards. I felt my cheeks warming up. I'm gonna have fun trying to figure this one out.

Author Sidenote:

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