Our Sky Has Two Moons

Chapter 7

"Class dismissed; due to Mrs. Stanley's absence, you are free for the rest of the day." the teacher announced, immediately after the bell rang. "Please go out the secondary entrance, for the first one is kept for the kids in Primary School," Mr. Smith added and closed the book on his desk - that was the shutter for us, meaning the class is, for real, dismissed. A brief moment, there was silence, after which the bruised sound of chairs pulled out and desks being moved started fussing through the class.

I got up too and began gathering my belongings and throwing them into my blue backpack. It was still 12 pm; it was far earlier than the hour I usually finish my program on Friday. It was so early, I didn't even know what to do with my day.

I knew my to-do list revolved around schoolwork and going out... But this week, I had one additional, unusual thing to do. I had to apologise to Bruno. And since he's nowhere to be found, I guess I'll just have to reach him at his house; uninvited - just as he did on Saturday. The difference is that I have much better intentions.

But considering today's situation, I was just struck by a brilliant idea.

"Excuse me," I said, stopping by the teacher's desk as everyone else was pushing each other through the class' door. "All the kids in Primary are directed to the main entrance?"

Mr. Smith raised his gaze from his bag to look at me. "So we're told," he answered.

"Is that where they wait for their parents to pick them up?" I remember, since I was one to wait to be picked up, that there was no distinction between the entrances. But this was one special case, for it doesn't happen all Fridays for us to be freed at noon, which is exactly when the Year 5 and 6 end their programs as well.

"Yes, I think so."

I was already rushing out the room. "Thank you," I quickly said as I started running into the hallway, making my way through my classmates that were chatting about how their day is going to be spent. Naturally, I wasn't included in their plans - not that I wish I were.

I reached the primary entrance in no time, finding myself in a crowd of little heights carrying huge schoolbags that clearly weren't made for such fragile backs. Stupid English system. Why don't at least they have lockers?

It took me a moment to remember who I was searching for. Curly hair, big brown eyes, olive skin and flushed lips; reaching to my hip, last time I saw her. As I was darting my eyes through blonde ponytails and sleek sophisticated curls, a pitched voice crept right next to me.

"Blossie!" A little human threw her arms around my waist.

So I didn't need to find her, because she found me.

I turned around to look the little girl into her beautiful, warm eyes. I never had to remember how beautiful she is, with all that chocolate-like skin, for she is always reminding me. This girl is going to break hearts when she grows up, if not already.

"Maya lovely, look how much you've grown up! What are you fed with, gurl!" She chuckled into my belly button - because that's how tall she is now - and said something unperceivable, something like 'munno az binladenom vitz...'. "What?" I asked.

"Bruno has been giving me some vitamins lately; he said they're gonna make my muscles big." She distanced herself from the hug, emphasising the affirmation by flexing her biceps in front of me. I reached out my hand to try to touch it, despite of the lame uniform she's wearing - the one I'd been forced to wear too, for so many never-ending years.

"Wooo it's so hard! Did you stick a potato in there, young lady?"

Marnia giggled once again. "Nope," she answered, as I half-hugged her again. She knew it was a joke, but she was still flattered with the compliment. It wasn't sarcasm entirely - her muscles were really formed. I guess we'll have to thank the swimming classes for that.