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Even More Stange Occurreneces

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After lunch, I headed to math with Safie. We didn’t talk much since we were both late. Our teacher, Ms. Williams nodded at us.

“Don’t be coming to my class ladies.” She warned us as we took a seat, just barely making in the door right as the bell rang. She gave us a weary smile.

Ms. Williams was the oldest teacher at our school, teaching here for over forty years. She was going to retire this year. She had grey hair and alert brown eyes that matched her skin. She was an extremely wise lady, who had seen/heard it all. She could tell you stories of some of the teachers and parents of students at our school. Ms. Williams could be funny at times and she loved to teach her subject, and made sure that everybody understood the subject like the back of her hand.

I sucked at math and she did everything to help me. She was a kind lady who would encourage you but still strict enough with a mind like a sharp blade. She didn’t tolerate rule breakers.

As Safie and I sat down she began the lesson of the day. As much as I hated math and found it boring, I always made sure to pay attention. This is why I sat in the front row. As I was taking notes, Safie, who was sitting next to me, handed me a folded up piece of paper. Carefully looking around I opened the paper.

Anya, do you know what made Linca all emotional like that? I worry that it may have offended her. Mr. Oland is very respectful, so I don’t think he realized that he offended her. What could have been so offensive?

I carefully wrote my response.

I honestly don’t know what could have offended her, and I don’t think that is what it was that made her all upset like that. I think that I reminded her of her cousin Alexis who just died before school started, remember? I think that the boy reminded her of Alexis too much and she had to leave.

I handed to Safie. We sat in the far left of the classroom, furthest away from her desk but we could still see the board. Safie read my note and thought for a while. While Ms. Williams was threatening to send the immature boys of our class to the office she slipped me her response.

Really? I thought he was younger than the boy. Wasn’t he 12 or something? I feel bad for Linca, she’s been through a lot and on top of dealing with that, a new pastor comes and Linca is very scared.

I know what you mean. But I think there was something more than that. It was if she recognized as if she knew he personally. I know for a fact that’s what Scorch (Sorcha’s nickname that I used) picked up on and she was hiding the fact that she did.

I handed the note back to Safie and she had a look of confusion. She didn’t write anything wanting to get back to the lesson and much as I did. During English, Sorcha was acting funny about the whole thing and I knew that she was thinking about it deeply. I asked her if Linca was reminded by someone and for an odd reason, I had an inkling that Sorcha was trying to change the subject. That was a big telling tale sign that she was hiding something. I didn’t press on it, since I knew Sorcha was trying to respect Linca’s privacy. Linca and Sorcha lived right next to each other and Sorcha knew things about Linca that I didn’t know sometimes, and I was Linca’s best friend.