Glass Family

Chapter 3.

Tomorrow was the first day Mr. Mendes and I work together on the paper. I didn't know how to react working alone after school with a teacher who I really liked. It scared me in a way. I hope he doesn't think I'm weird. The day went on, it felt so long until the last bell rang. It was time.. I walked up to Mr. Mendes door so confidently and knocked gently. The male soon opened the door and smiled and moved out of the way for me to walk in. Soon enough we got to work. It was quite fun actually. We worked on the paper for about two hours before it got dark and I went home. The next day, we worked on it at lunch and then when school was over. I'd head into his classroom and we'd start working more on it. This time when our time was up, he asked to drive me home. I took the opportunity and did I enjoy it. He didn't seem surprised at how big my house looked from the outside, maybe he knew what living rich felt like? The car got quiet and the headlights turned off. He looked over at me with the most perfect smile. "I'm having fun Ms O'Riley, you're one of my favourite students to teach." He spoke in that soft tone he only spoke to me. I felt special to him, There was a moment of silence before I heard him clear his throat. "I better get going, see you in class tomorrow O'Riley." He nudged me and I got out watching him drive off. I felt flustered as if I was a little girl watching something on television with my parents and there was a kissing scene. I walked inside the house and both my parents were in the living room. My mother was knitting a blanket and my father was listening to the stereo with his favourite pipe in between his lips. I walked over and sat down on the leather cream coloured loveseat and plopped down. "Mr. Mendes is helping me so much on my paper I know I'm going to get a great grade on it." I said proudly as my mother placed her knitting on her lap to listen to me. "That's great sweetie." She looked over at Hank and nudged him. "Did you hear what our daughter just said." She said as his head turned over to us and nodded taking the pipe out from his lips. "That's great news." He said in a tone that sounded interested but not at the same time. I decided to ignore it as I didn't want it to bother me. My mind was on the way Mr. Mendes spoke to me before he left, how silent it was and how I felt something different in the air between us. That night I decided to read our progress so far. It was a beautiful story and I was so intrigued on how good it was. How did Mr. Mendes know how to write such great stories like this. All of a sudden the mainline started ringing and my mother called for me. I went downstairs and took the phone. It was Andrew Sanders. He was wondering if I'd like to hangout tonight for a bit. I agreed and invited him over. He was the one person that wouldn't judge a fly. He came over and we talked all night long. He was someone I was very close with. I apologized to him for being so misunderstood by his classmates but it didn't seem to bother him. He soon grabbed a brown bag from his jacket and opened it up. A strong scent filled the room. He told me it's called Marijuana or as he calls it Mary-Jane. He grabbed a piece of paper and started to wrap the green looking plant inside the paper and then he grabbed a lighter and asked if I would like to try some. I mean I'm sure my parents wouldn't agree with me trying something that smelt like a skunk but I wanted to try it and I trusted Andrew. I took it and placed it against my lips as Andrew lit up a lighter and placed it on the end of the paper watching the paper burn, I inhaled the smoke and down my throat it went. It tickled and hurt a little. I took the joint out of my mouth and handed it to him and instantly started coughing. "You'll feel that very soon." He smiled and soon he took a drag off the joint but a way longer drag than I did. A couple minutes went by and soon I felt like I was in a fishbowl. Everything felt so weird, I took a look at my hand and started laughing. "What's going on." I asked as he chuckled. "You're called being high" He said and leaned back against my bed and looked up. I decided to join him and sighed. "If you could do anything in the world what would it be?" I asked as he looked over at me. "I couldn't be a teacher, but maybe a artist, I love music so much, really motivates me." He said in a soft tone. I nodded and agreed with his response. "I can see you being an artist, maybe having some kids along the line, you'd be a great dad." I smiled and closed my eyes.