Only You

Chapter 3

A/N; Hey guys sorry for the late update. I just wanted to say that i have decided to change Luke Xavier's name to Hector De Silva, and he is Spanish. Enjoy. xxxxx

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PIC of Cinzia******

After Imaan had dragged me away, we reached our first class which we happened to have together. We set foot in the class just as the second bell rang. Talk about early, (note my sarcasm). For first period we had Drama.

Cinzia, my other friend was also in our drama class. Cinzia had joined the school two years ago and was a close friend to me and Imaan. Cinzia had beautiful, wavy chocolate brown hair and brown eyes. Cinzia and I loved Drama and always went for the lead role in all the productions we made. Me and Cinzia always let loose in Drama and didn't care about what anyone else was thinking.

Imaan on the other hand preferred doing the technical and arty side of Drama, like designing costume, drawing, painting and creating the background or the props, and her all time favorite was doing the make up on the actors or actresses. Whether it was a horror story and you were playing the role of a vampire or it was a fantasy and you had the role of a princess, she could turn you into absolutely anything, just with the help of make up and costume. She was the best at her job.

Guess who else was in our class. If you guessed Hector De Silva, then you guessed correct. All he does is sit at the back of the classroom and do nothing. He just sometimes helps with the lights but nothing else. I don't even know why he chose Drama.

Our teacher was Miss. Duffy, and by the looks of things she was running late. Typical of Miss Duffy to be late on the first day. Miss. Duffy was the most fun teacher on the face of the Earth. Sometimes I think that some people in our class are more mature that her, obviously not me, I am definitely not classified as mature, sensible, serious, any of the above.

Just then the door swung open and Miss. Duffy rushed into the room carrying a huge box was almost bigger than her, then she closed the door with her foot. She put the box down then sat down at her desk.

Just a second after she had sat down, the door slammed open and Simon, (a guy in our class) scurried into the room. Simon was a very (and I'm not trying to be rude here, I'm just stating the facts) dumb guy. He was easily fooled by anyone, and Miss. Duffy always liked teasing him, in a nice but not mean way.

"Simon, you are late. Do have any idea how long the class has had to wait because of your rudeness; you should be ashamed of yourself. These kids are missing out on their education while you take your time, like you are royalty and slam that poor door, it must be very hurt. Doors have feelings you know. "Miss. Duffy exclaimed, even though she was also late and had only just got into class.

"I'm so sorry, my alarm clock didn't go off because the battery died, and then my mum couldn't find her keys because my little brother decided to play lets hide mums keys and..."

"That's enough, now go and apologize to that door, the poor thing must have got the fright of is life when you slammed the it open, and then it hit against the wall, it must have got badly hurt with the amount of force you used."

Miss Duffy then winked at me. I knew what I was supposed to do. We had done this a million times before and everyone was stifling their laughs because they all knew what was coming next.

I snuck up to the back of the room, went behind the curtain and switched on the microphone that was connected to all the speakers in the room. I was peeking through the gap in the curtains.

Meanwhile, Simon had walked up to the door and was now about to apologize to it.

"I am so sorry door, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was ju..."