A Genuine Infatuation and A Theorem for Love

Chapter 6

There were quite a few of them already seated at Ms.Georgia's History class. I wasn't greatly delayed and walked right to the back of the class. I needed to focus without deviation. Not long after, when I was skimming through my textbook, Miranda arrived alongwith the majority of the class. She occupied the seat beside me but I ignored her, she knew that I was literally betrothed to my books and usually she never risked an intervention. However, today she chose otherwise,

"Lindy, am I right in thinking what I am thinking?" Several others with whom she held a conversation were usually left with a scrunched forehead, pondering over the sense of her words. I never failed though, as we truly were bonded the Best of Friends. As of now, I was sure that she wanted the reason for me neglecting being prepared for today's test. I didn't want to go in for an exagerated explaination now, as I was really keen on avoiding yesterday's event, "Mmhmm...," I gave a her a nonchalant response and before she could provide me with her trademark glare, Ms. Georgia arrived, signalling an abrupt halt to the buzzing voices of the students.

"Morning class," she greeted us and we chorused back in return. Ms. Georgia, with her slim frame, proffesional suit, a pair of glasses perched on her rosy skinned nose, and her long chestnut hair neatly tied up into a bun; she was a vision of a pure role model. "Miss. Moors, distribute these Test Sheets," she called the blonde from the front row. Elizabeth Moors or Eliza, as she preferrably likes being called, was a transfer student of the leader of another clan, the Mc. Dowers. She was a mystery to the rest, barely confiding in her past and home and resided with her Aunt beside the Moira Lake.

Miranda wished me luck and narrowed her eyes at me, wanting a detailed version of yesterday without doubt. I wished her the same with a small smile. We were given our Test Sheets, I was the last to receive it.

"You may begin now. I'm giving you a total of fifty-five minutes. As for your next session, Mrs. Hughes has taken leave for the day, we will be discussing and marking the Test Sheet then. Any doubts?" Her eyes swept around the class, a majority of which held disdained faces upon the revelation of three whole sessions with her. Mrs. Hughes was our English Literature teacher and we had a double session with her next, with the exception that everyone enjoyed her bubbly spirit. I smiled, Miranda was actually gaping at Ms. Georgia. She turned to me with a look of pure horror. Giggling silently, I focused upon the paper before me. I took a deep breath, "here goes," and skimmed through the paper.

It consisted of 20 M.C.Q's (multiple-choice-questions), 10 short-answer questions, 1 map allocating question, and lastly 6 essay-type questions out of which we had to pick three; would fifty-five minutes suffice? I had to try and make her proud. Note the sarcasm that I needn't make my parents proud through my grades any longer.

-Ten minutes later-

I scrunched my forehead in confusion, so far I had managed to answer nineteen out of all, the remaining M.C.Q, however, was proving difficult. I decided to come back to it after the rest had been answered and skipped over to Question. B. These were quite easy, many of which required merely a one-word answer regarding pre-historic man. We were provided a map of the world and of Wilfred Hill District, the region where we lived. Our school was located in the southern rear end of town, away from the greener pastures where home was situated. Lastly, Question. D required major explaining to be done, I had over twenty minutes left. I decided to choose two regarding the second World War and the last regarding the agriculture of our country.

-Fifteen minutes later-

I was reviewing the paper, having provided answers for everything. That was when Ms. Georgia called out,

"Time's up, Miss. Moors, kindly collect everyone's Test Sheets and pile them on my desk. I'll be returning shortly after checking with the 10 B's. I want no noise from this class," she told us sternly and left the classroom.

 Each Grade in our school had two sections, A and B. I focused back onto my paper, till Eliza collected the rest of class' Test Sheets. I was reviewing the other three questions that I had left out in Question. D, when that particular word caught my eye, I read the whole question with wide eyes and a paused breath: 'Wilfred Hill District has two divisions, namely Northern and Southern. What was the recent feud the Northerners had sought with the other? Explain the feud, those who were involved and the manner in which it was sorted.' My eyeballs were almost on the verge of popping out, was my name about to be included in the future History textbooks? Eliza collected mine and Miranda's Test Sheets and went to the Teacher's Desk to place all of them there, no sooner had she done that the class began buzzing with the voices of the students.