The Green Eyes In The Gloom

Chapter 4:

Aila. That name kept reverberating in my head like an air hockey puck. Bouncing back and forth all day. She was all that was on my mind at school that day. I kept thinking about that face, those eyes, the way her soft brown hair flowed around her eyes and mouth, the cute little smile she gave me when she saw me in the hospital just before she passed out…
“JAMES!” The sudden explosion across the classroom woke me from my stupor. I had been doodling again. Fuck. “Now tell me how to rearrange this formula James, come on!” Ms Price. I fucking hated that woman. Since I joined this school three years ago, she’d had a vendetta against me I swear, only teacher to give me a detention, only one to catch me doing _anything_. “Well?” This bitch was really starting to piss me off. “I don’t fucking know” I spat back “Why are you teaching us if you don’t know your own subject?” “That’s it” she snarled “Afterschool detention. And be thankful it isn’t worse!” I stormed off. I didn’t know where I was going, or what I was doing, I just knew I couldn’t be in that hellhole anymore. I stormed out of maths, down the corridor, and out into the open air. But I couldn’t stop there, oh no. Aila was waiting. I sprinted to the little hole in the hedge that my mate had shown me back in year 7, and made my escape.
The hospital was, thankfully, only a few blocks away. I live out in the country, but come an hour every day to go to a shithole town high school where nobody gives a damn about me or how I feel. But I knew someone who did, and she was through those glass doors. But wait! I’m in my fucking uniform! “Shit” I thought to myself. I ran down a back alley and threw my blazer and tie into the nearest dumpster I saw, and undid the top button on my shirt. “That should help” I hoped aloud. I still new I had to sneak in though. I found a side entrance and snuck in, silently. Past me had fantasies about similar scenarios. James Bond type shit. No explosions of action sequences here though. I snuck through the brightly lid hallways, ducking behind a corner every time I saw someone. Eventually I came to the big glass door with the sign “Orchid ward” written in big green letters above it. I slunk through. I made my way quietly to her bed, and gently pulled back the curtain. And before me, staring back, were a man and a woman I’d never seen in my life. “Oh, James” Aila said awkwardly. “Meet my parents.”