Change

Chapter 4

As the bell for first class rang I sighed and grabbed my schoolbag. Double Maths, what a brilliant way to start a Monday morning. I walked beside Tia feeling like a mouse next to a lion.
Then I tripped. Over what I don't know, but I went face first hurtling towards the ground. "Shit" I swore under my breath.
I looked up from under the curtain of hair that had fallen around my face to see a large, masculine hand extended towards me. I grabbed it and pulled myself up.
"Thanks" I breathed, looking down. "No problem" a deep voice sounded.
I looked up to see a boy around my age standing there trying not to smile. His chestnut hair was perfectly tousled, his skin tanned and smooth. His dark brown eyes looked as though they held a million secrets within their depth.
"I'm new here," he announced, with a slight laugh "and I have no idea where I'm going, Any chance you could help?"
"Uh, yeah, sure" I found myself unable to form a coherent sentence. He presented his timetable and I was very pleased to notice he was in a lot of the same classes as me.
The corridor had cleared by now and me and Tia were late to class. I didn't mind.
He was in music first, with Miss. Rowell. We walked him to his class, Tia talking non stop as she always does. At the door he smiled and thanked us. I waved goodbye and watched him disappear through the doorframe over my shoulder as I walked away.
I was now wide awake.