Throw Back Thursday

Four

I sat, two classes later, drenched in my own thoughts. I hadn't let anyone know, although it was killing me that I hadn't told my friends. What would they say though? Probs they would make a big deal out of it. Ha ha. What still bothered me though, was why a teacher would bother being so sinister. I mean, I know they're stressed and all, but geez! No need to go that far! Detentions are boring, but pretending to be all voodoo hoodoo like Dr. Facilier really isn't a good look for them. Come on, think about it. You know you agree, right? Secretly?

I watched some chemical formula that I wasn't even paying attention to burning a crisp. Wow, like that's so brilliant! (Hash tag mega sarcastic jazz hands.) That's when it hit me. It wouldn't be someone of a "high teaching status" when it could be one of those little idiots in my class (or year group), would it?

Subtly, I decided to check all of the books, every single one, to compare handwriting. So far, I'd had a grand total of zero matches. God this person was good at writing by hand. There were only three more people to check, and these were people who I knew would be innocent.

I brushed my hand across the desk, slickly grabbing three tightly bound containers of knowledge. Assessments, notes, revision stuff, crap, crap, more crap... Nothing. No luck at all.

"...rich bitch you aren't.

    Yours foreverr. Anon."  Anon?! What the hell? Anon... That's the abbreviation for anonomys. They don't want to be known.... It's someone who knows me. But why would a teacher give me that? It wouldn't be her place, would it? Unless she was given it. She could have been blackmailed too. Probably not, though. Since when would someone want to do that? It must have been a mistake. Unless it was deliberate. God, STOP OVERTHINKING! You're not gonna come toany conclusion if you act like this. Don't. Worry. It's a mistake, it's gotta be. There's someone somewhere who has an answer, and I need to find them. Now.

"Yours foreverr." God, that was so sinister. Whoever written this was good at freaking people out.

A sharp click drew me back into the real world. School. That's where I was and that's where I will be for another two hours. I exhaled to let all of my sudden nerves float away from me. I'd just had a tingle of nerves through my spine, right through to my feet and fingertips. I'd even managed to get a head rush. And that only happened when Leon Sellars is in the same room or close to me. That way I know he's near. But he can't be. He's not even in this school, and if he is, I'd never noticed him. That guy who I saw in the office looked a lot like him, but I would have recognised him. Come on, who would forget the guy who tortured you and bullied you all of your younger life? Primary school was hell, and I was so glad that I was going to a different high school. I made a deal with my dad that if he ever joined the school, he would remove me immediately. Immediately.

I spotted a familiar face at the water fountain. I greeted her warmly and she smiled. We talked for a couple of minutes about how lame Mathematics is before the bell rang loud and clear in our ears. Time for another lesson!

"Please welcome, from another city, you might remember him from Crockett Primary, Leon Sellars! He's been nominated for an award in Science and Foreign Languages. Elizabeth - Anne Carter, you have been chosen to compete. You must come up with a project written in your chosen language and a scientific theory to prove it. He will show you his project to give you some inspiration. Leon?" He smirked with a cocky air and scribbled with his board pen on the whiteboard.

"Forever. It follows the quantum mechanics of..." He written a combination of short and long sentences extending from a mind map. Arrows extended from the bubble and another bubble captured the sentenced ideas. He was writing the title of the project insure the bubble. Fore...v...er. Forever. "Oh, wait, I forgot something." He written another 'r' onto forever and... Foreverr...

"Is that how you spell it yourself, or are you just being dumb for the project?" I crossed my arms, and without faltering stared him straight in the eye.

"No, I'm not dumb." Mm, says you! "I spell it that way and I'm doing it that way for the project." Wait, foreverr? That's like how..... Oh. My. God. It's him! He written the letter! It's all his fault! I worried because of him! Oh, that little squirt will pay! Like really pay. He deserves it. God, I'm gonna plan ym revenge now.

"Are you dumb, or are you a black mailer?" I sat upright, trying to imitate his cocky grin. Ha. This would get 'im. I don't care if I'm making a scene. Once again, he shuffled his feet. Only this time, he actually looked nervous. Oh, I'm good! Too good. My smirk grew larger and his face grew redder. "Come on, out with it!" I suddenly felt his hand pushing me out of my seat. He was whispering something in my ear and people were starting to stare.

"Get outside this classroom. I wanna talk to you."

Good, and maybe then you'll admit to being such a childish fool?  God, I really should have said that out loud.